Poetry

By Ramkrishna Paul Encroachment legal or illegal, Grabbing land working here, Without documents, a lethal, For sons of soil,a nightmare? Infiltration on the rampant way, Encouragement like a dote, Booster dose given for mileage No anti-dote, but let them loot. A dangerous trend on full swing For gaining profit in the fray, A relentless push for trespassing To let them occupy in the day! What a tap given only for power Intruders are patronized,shame! What a slap given to owner

By Akriti you spent your whole life in search of a home  only to realise  it was to be found within the only home that you get in this lifetime  is this body that you hate— with withering walls leaky roof cobwebs on window sills floors covered in dust this mind that feels like a haunted house filled with lost memories  and broken dreams  this heart that breaks over and over again only to be mended  one more time  only to forgive the ones who broke it one more time  this soul

By Akriti Death is the ultimate truth of life or so I’ve heard. When a person dies a part of the universe dies with them. Everything they’ve experienced  and felt  everything they’ve been through  dies as well. This life was never our own it was always a gift and we could lose it  in the blink of an eye. The pain the horror  the sorrow  the grief that is left behind  when a soul departs this world it all ends up to become  the only truth that there ever was. Losing someone yo

By Akriti Why do I feel so lonely  with so many people around me? Why doesn’t anything amuse me even though everything is beyond pretty? Are things really falling apart  or am I just homesick? The silence before a storm when everything becomes still as if the leaves on the trees are no longer alive, it is the same hollow  that I feel inside my heart when I need you but you are nowhere to find. Who knew moving out  would be so tough? Leaving home just to realise  what home rea

By Konegari Surekha Life’s presumed to be sugars and brownies, But wake up, child — you might end up tears drowny. Time’s ticking! Show up, open up, To people who would pop with “Sup?” Say what you felt to people you’ve loved, You never know when you’re deprived. Don’t dwell over materials, luxuries, When all you carry forward are treasured memories. Be content, pause, and reflect, You can make out all that one defect. Spend quality time with people you cherish — Remember! Yo

By Diya V. Surjuse Captain Me emerged on his old woody deck, The sea had calmed, a deep blue fleck Shining high was the bright and bold sun, But of chirping birds there was no one Me felt a little lonely, in the vast expanse of sea Though he had his Lady Nightlife and his beloved plant of pea Nightlife skimmed over the rhythmic waves, Away and away from that band of knaves The sun had now travelled overhead, And his pea plant looked as if almost dead Scurrying inside, he brou

By Diya V. Surjuse In the pitch black of night, when a burning silence lingers, In the chaotic realm of minds, of the far Odysseian singers, When every nook is crowded, And where every glimmer shrouded, Crickets chirp a melody so profound Discerning amongst this nothingness of sounds Heralding love and poems of long, Enters a spark with its sweet, aching song Showered in silver dust, from the great orb of sky, She trots in the eerie woods and in the fields of flourishing rye

By Ridhima Khajuria Tick, tock, tick. It's clockwork. Look, it's 4'o noon again, and it begins, the mass movement, often entirely overlooked. Young ones swarm out of houses, heavy bags and sweat, they work the extra miles after school, to make their place in the world. Let it be six year-olds, or Aspirants may it be. Could be the teacher next door or,  Fancy coaching may it be, It's all for the same reason, the goal, for marks and jobs and plenty of dollar bills, for what's l

By Nishu Mehta सोचती हूँ , मरना हर मुश्किल का हल है | कैसे समझाऊँ , उसमें भी उलझन है | जवान बेटी का शव बाप के कंधों पर है | माँ की आँखों में एक डूबता हुआ कल है | बड़े भाई की आँखों में एक गहरा गम है | सोचती हूँ , मरना किस मुश्किल का हल है |   कोने में बैठी दादी की आँखें नम हैं | सोचती है परवरिश कहाँ कम है  जान से प्यारी पोती आज खानदान पर कलंक है |  सोची हूँ , मरना किस मुश्किल का हल है | खुद की बेटी से बढ़कर भतीजी के जाने पर , ताऊजी  एक सदमे में गुम हैं | शेर-सी दहाड़ने वाली बच्ची

By Nishu Mehta   जिंदगी जिले इसे    क्या पता, कब कहाँ क्या मोड ले |   क्या पता, इस दो पल की जिंदगी का,   क्या पता, कब साथ छोड़ दे |   तू जिले दिल भर कर इस जिंदगी को,   क्या पता कब दम तोड़ दे |   आखिरी वक्त में ना होगा कोई तेरे साथ में    भूल जाएगा माँ पापा का प्यार,   सब छूट जाएगा यहीं पे |   पूरे कर ले सपने अपने, छू ले सारी ऊँचाइयाँ,   दिल में आए वो कर, घूम सारा जहाँ,   कुछ बाकी न रहे अफ़सोस को जी जिंदगी इस तरह |   जहाँ गम खुशियों का ठहराव है,   ऐसे जिंदगी जीते हुए नाव पार है |

By Ayden Denver Fernandes Out I see, Where one could be. A life of joy and fullness, A life of laughter and Happiness. Flowers blossoming, Children playing. Few moments pass, I look to see, A life of rush and stress Smiles that wear a dress, No one knows what will happen next, For all I know that’s fates text. Live life as one can be, Need not look at the windows of how others should be. By Ayden Denver Fernandes

By Ayden Denver Fernandes A tree gives life, Why bring a knife. A tree gives fruit, Why cut its root. Alone and isolated, Where it should be. A tree can live a life, Just as free. Slowly and surely, There wont be many. And people will live a life, To tell a tale about a Tree. By Ayden Denver Fernandes

By Haransh Kaur The calm you see The carefree me Result of storm Creative transform Tears in my eyes Whole night it cries Nobody bothered And no one honoured I held my hand Respect I demand Learnt this lesson Let go of my aggregation Built from ache But I do not break Grew from pain But chose not to blame Now look at me It's the light you see The face that smiles And the heart covers miles By Haransh Kaur

By Haransh Kaur You were given bad advices, Just drop it off. You were told to think twice, Just drop it off. The guilt in your chest? It’s not your cloth—take it off. Their doubts in your step? Honey, strut and shake it off. Manipulation and lies, You had to compromise. Drop it all. Drop it at once. The echoes of noise, The thought that annoys— Drop it off. Let silence be your choice. The weight of their gaze, The pressure to amaze— Shake it off, You were born to blaze. Let

By Jiya The mountains , the oceans , the hills and the lakes all lie beneath the Sun's rays , every soldier builds courage and takes ,  an oath to serve his nation in many ways . The year 1999 , during the war of Kargil  our soldiers had to capture the Tiger Hill , that day the hill stood at 16500 feet  but still our soldiers walked together to not accept the defeat . About people like Captain Vikram Batra we still hear ,  who fought for India till their last breath,   this w

By Caitlyn Brianna Fernandez I’ve never lived a single life, Tapestries of stories are woven into my mind, Words spill from my mouth as leaves do in autumn,  They fall, then die. I’ve walked where Gods have trod, High above the golden horizon, And yet I’m torn between different worlds. Sheaves of brown embrace the trees, Immortality gilded within their veins. Pages of my life archived in a pantheon, My fate carefully inscribed. The wind howls hauntingly, almost like a pained

By Mrs. Mithi Das Connection with souls is never too far, Peace gently grows where pure moments are. In nature’s soft breath and in children’s bright eyes, Truth lives with kindness that never denies. Each morning arrives in a whisper of light, The money plant murmurs, “Good luck and delight.” The jade in the pot lifts leaves in mid-air, As though tender greens ask, “Did you have your share?” The hibiscus in my garden blooms in a scarlet embrace, Calling, “Return before dusk

By Mrs. Mithi Das People misunderstood my silence, They weighed my love in gold and greed  But how do I explain a heart so true, To souls who only know need? I gave them warmth, I gave them care, Held every bond with gentle art  But when they looked, they couldn’t see, The honesty within my heart. My tears they called them weakness, My kindness just a play, Yet none could see the storm inside That I hid, day after day. They said I wasn’t of their “level,” Their pride stood ta

By Mrs. Mithi Das I am a woman Born where the city shines bright, Where dreams wear diamonds, And nights never sleep. But I was raised In a humble, middle-class home  Where love was loud, And money was small. Once, my home echoed with laughter, Till quarrels tore it apart. Father and uncles  Love lost to pride, And family turned strangers overnight. Then came the silence… The bottles… the pain… My father drowning in his own rain. I was the eldest  So I learned to be strong, W

By Pragya Sadhana Neog That's the funny thing about grief, It lets you suffer through bits of it, And when you crave release It laughs at your face. Makes you feel, as though even death Belittles your worth. No matter how you pray, No matter how you beg, It turns its head. Then when, by luck or chance, You have the desire to see a little more Of the world, live a little longer, Perhaps witness a little of your future, It arrives, in all its adornments, "Come child, your praye