Poetry

By Nikita Singh Just be warned Some pages are dangerous They burn with hidden flame Whispered secrets without a name Dare to touch But tread with care Not all who read Are meant to dare Beneath the ink A shadow lies Where the danger dances Cloaked in sighs The fire’s slow The night is deep Enter close Or lose your keep By Nikita Singh

By Manish Singh A Sometimes your problems Seem very small, When compared to Someone who manages To rise every dawn After every dusk’s fall.   One such personality Dutifully delivers To unknown locations, While a large chunk Of his mind worries About fund allocation; Drenched in rain, Or stuck in traffic, He makes sure to Deliver our picks.   Consecutive months Of hospital, galantamine, And nursing bills Had begun to make His conscience ill; There were hardly Any improvements

By Manish Singh A There are  three strings   missing On my violin, I think of touching the last one, But it’s very delicate and thin, Outside the dusty window And closed-compact walls, Is a road that goes far And stands tall.   Down that easy road, Bearing risks of a rough patch, Some blind-trustingly go aboard, While some get weighed down By the fear of detach.   There are extraordinary apps and Websites that claim to have made Their heavenly perfect match, But there is a ca

By Manish Singh A I stand before the threshold  Of the dire circumstantial area, Where the scent of curable drugs Gives me a feeling of nausea.    The long white corridor giving  Room to sick and sickened patients, Simultaneously tests the patience Of related hearts living in suspence.   While the projected monitor-beeps Fail to needfully and steadily beat, Death nearly arrives and stalls Behind the concrete hospital walls.   It waits to take yet another along Whose determina

By Manish Singh A The wake Owl on a dark night,  Was for once, happy to be awake,  As he felt the feeling and meaning Of falling in love romantically  For the very first time.   His usual big, round eyes Looked even more stunned To blink, make a move or hoot When he set them on an insomniac Starling Who looked brighter than the full moon, And was seated like a fairy on the opposite roof, Singing her heart out to an audience-less night.    She couldn’t sleep for nights,  And h

By Manish Singh A So, you think you can seduce any woman? So, you think your flamboyance can make A committed-woman fall in love with you? So, you think that you can have a little dance And create room for another seducing chance? Are you a man of sheer confidence Or are you a man lacking positive influence? Are you extraordinarily stupid and jobless Or are you unsympathetic and emotionless? What are your true intentions? What’s your purpose in life? Where do you come from? W

By Manish Singh A I’ve broke in one too many times, Shattered the glass and cracked the tiles, Just to rewind, pause, play and smile At the moments that I wanted to live twice.  To feel the lost caress on my forehead,  To live with the ones who are now dead, To grab hold of a slow-drifting hand, And pull it to the greener side of the land. My sleep gives these ripples through dreams, That’s when I pray for the alarm not to scream,  That’s when I don’t want the visions to last

By Manish Singh A Warm, cold, rainy or breezy, There’s never a day he’s off-duty, A little bit old, very much lively, He manages to drop-by daily.   Gentle knocks and letter-box tap On houses that look all the same. His vast mind is his only map, He knows us all by our names.   Around here for about fifty years, He senses what’s in the letter; Blitheness, gladness, fear or tears, Or something to make feel better.   He smiles when my letter’s cheery, And withers when I’m dolef

By Manish Singh A They say love begins With a long, soul-soothing, Confessional walk That ends at a dock Facing a beautiful sunset, Where a luring tune of a flute Promises that love is cute.   Lucky are ‘they’ who say so, But if their lines fail, And efforts go in vain, Would they lay low?   I’ve heard to their sanctimonious talks, I’ve also been on such walks And I don’t mean to mock, But I haven’t seen or heard To what’s been romantically told; Loving someone has Only left

By Manish Singh A Calm like an unmoved pond, Rage doesn't often respond, Dwelling in a meditative state, Unbothered of the twist of fate.    Heart steady and disengaged, Mind teleported to a different age Where every other instigator  Has turned into a solitary sage.    I don't feel tamed or caged Until someone rewinds the page To the chapter of recklessness Where I carried another's mess.   They ignore trigger warnings, And all the necessary cautions, There are no mere coinc

By Manish Singh A Her farsighted eyes squinting to read mine, Her mumbles and fumbles while I’m welcomed in,   Her long-crooked nails turning pale-untidy,  Her white hair outgrown, frizzy and undernourished,  Those rhythmic wrinkles on her aged-dripping skin Narrating the highs and lows of her previous years.   The unbreachable stains on her long dress were glued,  Tooth by tooth giving up on her, the remaining ones  Giving her enormous pain and unbearable stings,  Jaw droppi

By Sibani Mohanty There was this sense of warmth in you,  As lovely as the morning dew.  All the stories we lived together,  Are we just going to throw them forever? All you were was just a stranger,  One who ardently comforted me daily,  Recalling our tangled strings pulling away pierced me so deep,  It felt like falling over a bed with smashed glass pieces on it.  Since you stranded away for eternity,  Leaving me with that stinging soreness to ache me till death. May our ot

By Sibani Mohanty As our fingers brush against each other,  My heart gets as light as a feather.  You are the oasis for my desert,  Might write about you more than the words present.  Allow me to caress your lip, And hold you when you slip. Clasp your hair while you put the neck piece on,  That's the burden I willingly own.  Tracing your scars and stretch marks,  Ardently listening to all your remarks. My palms are made to cup your face,  To handle such beauty with divine gra

By Sibani Mohanty Sure, she was a grown up now,  But that little girl always yearned.  She often thought, maybe for once?   She could be held tenderly,  With love, passion and affection?  Perhaps she could act like a doltish kid,  Never made fun of for being dumb,  Not once being compared to none?  All she wanted was time from her old folks,  But she could only dream of it.  She lovingly pleaded, but got scolded,  Rarely was she ever heard.  All she had was herself in a famil

By Sibani Mohanty A little girl swinging in her dad's arm,  All dressed up like a tiny doll,  Beautiful princess is what he called her,  Holding her hands around his finger,  He guided her through this enormous world.  She wakes up having the same dream every day,  But her daddy was always so irked by her.  All she did was love her foremost man,  Yet the man deserted the baby away.  The little baby asked her mommy about him,  But what could the mommy even say?  For the man sh

By Sibani Mohanty Wearing her little skirt on, Hopping into the car with a little yawn.  From picking a book to colour,  To building a little clay sculpture.  When that little girl looked into the mirror,  Growing up is what she preferred.  Years later she grew into a lady,  Always feeling so cagey.  Tied in her own mess,  Wondering if the burden could get any less.  Brushing her hair, fixing her earing,  The vision of her life was blearing.  Dumping her thoughts in a paper, 

By Sibani Mohanty Tie my hands to yours,  Knit our souls together,  Hold me as you whirl me around,  Console me when I am tearing apart.   Two flawed humans together,  Must bond for a flawless forever.  You are the web to my spider,  The stringed symphony to my music.  My heart has its strings woven to yours, For our rhythmic beats, must play together.  By Sibani Mohanty

By Sibani Mohanty As the eyes meet out of thin air, Our souls tie together right there.  A string of my life binds yours,  What a blessing to the eyes you are.   Every curve of your body is fine,  But better in the eyes of mine.  You are my chaotically exquisite belonging,  A little something I was always longing.  Holding your hips and swaying side to side,  Wishing our hearts rhyme together in this long ride.  By Sibani Mohanty

By Sibani Mohanty Your hands fit in mine, Just like cigarettes with wine. Oh, the hours together we spent, I would bring back if time was lent. The swirl that we call a dance, Let’s give it another chance. Your dreamy eyes are such a boon, For they are the sunrays to my moon. Holding hands till we turn into ashes, Leaving behind all our clashes. Just spending days watching you talk, Kissing your neck and going for a walk. Must we live without this passion? For you are the ant

By Sibani Mohanty Sipping our morning coffee together, I sketch your eyes on the paper, Spilling coffee on the paper accidentally, Haunting image of your burnt eyes hurt me mentally. My eyes open wide, To find you asleep beside. “Good morning, love”, as I said, Finding your body almost decayed. Closing my eyes for it to be avoided, That’s when this happy life of mine faded. For I always avoided this part, As I knew our life wasn’t some art. As I return from the catastrophic w