Poetry

By Varsha Tikone भास आभासांची रिघ सामोरी... नजरेला भुरळ पडली  प्रितीची.... तुझ्या विचारांत गुंतली... स्वप्नविश्वात  जणू हरवली... बावऱ्या मनाला लागता चाहूल तुझी... अलगद गालावर खळी खुलली... भान येता लाजाळू  झाली... अन् मी न माझी राहीली..... By Varsha Tikone

By Varsha Tikone क्षितिजापलीकडे सूर्य मावळताना, सोबतीला सांजवेळ देऊन गेला... चांदणी रात्र न्याहाळताना, स्वप्नांच्या दुनियेत हरवून गेला.. खेळ क्षणांचा हा सरताना, आठवणींचा काळ नजरेसमोरून दवडला... By Varsha Tikone

By Varsha Tikone कोणीतरी आपल्यावर जीवापाड प्रेम करावं आपण न बोलता आपल्या मनातल ओळखावं... त्याच आणि माझं नातं नितळ पाण्यासारख असावं... माझ मन त्याने फक्त डोळ्यांनी वाचावं... कोणत्याही गोष्टींच नात्याला बंधन तेवढं नसावं... स्वप्नात नाही असं सगळं सत्यात उतरावं... कोणीतरी आपल्यावर जीवापाड प्रेम करावं... By Varsha Tikone

By Safoorah Aafreen If you punish yourself Everywhere becomes hell Caging yourself In this self made cage Of thorns and poison Clawing at yourself As crimson blood flows down As your tears stain your face With misery Forever marking you As someone in despair You force this feeling down But one day It flows over Switching a flip in your brain Or you heart Maybe your body Or perhaps Your soul Afterall, Your body was never yours was it You swirl in these emotions As they slowly

By Safoorah Aafreen I feel as if I'm being ripped as she writes The pen digging into me I know she means to be gentle That's all she's ever wanted to be The pen’s being digged into me But, instead of feeling ink I feel her tears as they soften me I feel her blood as it stains me Her blood and tears overpowering the feeling of ink that was being scarred onto me He was the blood in her poems He was the blood in her words Everyone around her were the blood in her words No one ev

By Safoorah Aafreen If i had to die I hope i die in your arms Looking into your eyes Those sweet eyes I hope i finally get to say what ive been meaning to say What i mean to say is If i died right this second I would choose to spend my last few minutes with you It’s funny that you wont even care Maybe you would Maybe you do They say before you die the brain plays the most important memories I think You are my 6 minutes Your smile is my six minutes The way your eyes crinkle Th

By Safoorah Aafreen Men get a slap to the wrist and people get over it Women are expected to get over it expected to forgive him and move on forget Forgive and forget As if they’ve not just been traumatised As if the cruel act hasn’t just forced their life out of their body That some part of their soul has been imprinted with the act As if forgiving would stop making them feel And want to rip their skin off Just to not feel the touch anymore To not feel the nails being forcef

By Safoorah Aafreen The fish is not in the water it’s on the ground, flipping around Yet you say, “keep the fish away from me” as you wrap your perfectly abled arms around yourself “Keep the fish away from me” You say as you refuse to look at it at the eyes slowly losing light at the flapping slowly becoming non existent You keep your eyes on your feet where the ground is stable beneath you “The fish is going to hurt me” You say as you lose yourself in your mind while the fis

By Aarohi Sharma What a beautiful summer, I’m eating peaches a lot. So many jokes to giggle on, And I’m here, on the coast. The tapping of the ocean, Listening to soft, wavy waves. Oh my Divine, this is heaven on Earth, Where every breeze gently behaves. The calmness in this vacation, Infiltrates my soul so deep. Now I’m shaded by the leaves, Where sunrays softly seep. The light gets sieved through branches, And dances upon my skin. It’s the wind of love around me, Whispering

By Maaheen Fatimah Living free today Let’s look back at yesterday Young girls and boys stood brave in wars Because of them today there is no peace and no scars Let’s pay tribute to our tricolour And honour our leaders, who never turned away Yet there is justice to be achieved Crimes against women to be deceived Corruption everywhere But unity and honesty nowhere We citizens need to honour India by stopping this injustice By promising a brighter bliss Together we rise, with he

By Maaheen Fatimah Staring at the newspaper Shocked to see So many girls lost in mystery A moment of silence for her As justice for her is blur. As I dived in deeply In her mystery I found about her history. She was a trainee doctor A brave protector Saving lives And helping people survive. All women and girls ask is safety A need so clear, not so crazy. For justice we can’t deny We’ll together fight and rise. A call for change, for what is right We won’t forget, we’ll stand

By Bhavya Srivastava The shambling course ahead of me Trodding on a sculptured path Ahead and ahead I am led The last step always erased Lost like a message that the ocean’s sand landed  Day by day, like a walking corpse I signal No one to hear the silent cries See in my eyes  The pixels of thoughts being modified Blurred resolution is all that is in my stride A moment of happiness , fear or sorrow ? Nothing ! just a blank canvas with no paint, no colours to borrow By Bhavya

By Bhavya Srivastava The bird’s eye view of the city at night Dim blurred lights  A fast paced life One lane red, the other one yellow Awaiting a destination, the one that is mellow A place to call home, a bed and some bread A night of peace and a little bit rest By Bhavya Srivastava

By Bhavya Srivastava A boy so young With irony of the T-shirt that said ‘Living Every Moment’ Rigid on the table, no snore no reason Head with thick black waves Eyes stitched No pain The body inspected for injuries and bruise The skin stripped, organs removed and weighed Stomach tied, for poisonous contents to be identified But the clot in the vessel gave the conclusion that was it wasn’t some devil’s play His heart had failed, even though he was young and brave The cavity no

By Bhavya Srivastava Rattling in my ears are still those gory days The past life the past days The ones that are blurred  Botched up, inked and sprayed No one has been forgiven  Not even me for the things I know no more the facts that I don’t see Everyone is still guilty for the past that I behold near  The one that made me forget what is dear The one that led me to ambedo which makes everything unclear Blame me blame you blame him blame them All are miscreants My thoughts so

By Bhavya Srivastava Leaving the bed behind Moving to the next chapter of my life Searching through the files, looking for the lease  All I found was a creased sheet Crumpled yet intact Fuzzy letters still leave an impact Hurriedly written message with a deep seeded lie “Gotta run, I’ll be back by nine” The white tiles The textured walls Have now become a distant recall The day starts with a coffee instead of the tea we shared The night ends with a blue glare  Left behind eve

By Muhimtulay Ammara Mohammed Amin A new day awakens, a solitary flower unfurls. I reach to behold it, yet thorns pierce with quiet malice, and sanguine rivulets descend my fingers, as though my heart itself refused the tender embrace. Am I wrought of fragile glass, and this heart of limpid water? I muror the world's luminance, yet within, torrents surge unbidden, submerging me in stillness. Glass is delicate-yet ut lacerates. Water is gentle-yet it rends stone. How peculiar,

By Muhimtulay Ammara Mohammed Amin Wish I could go back a little number in years, Talk to myself and say, "Relax, my dear." It'll be alright when you grow a little more seven years, Happiness awaits when you travel without tears; Loneliness comes when all you hold are fears. I'm alone, no one is here, What is this world where I live with stress so near? Nothing to open, let alone close A doorless life, where silence grows. Someone knocks upon my door Where do I go? Hide in th

By Muhimtulay Ammara Mohammed Amin When I thought of you as my absolute fortress I gave you my trust and chased your ideals as well I let the cosmos drift away I knew you were here for me if that was I wish the case But when I said, father may I? And you said no to me Had this world not hourglass, thorns, and poisen Had my world laughter not clock, flowers not pain, nectar not stains Had this life been a Chalice full of starlet crade Before I knew it doubts had already been s

By Muhimtulay Ammara Mohammed Amin When I look at you You smile at me Your kindness reminds me of vast and big ocean and seas I look at the sky And count the stars Endless and infinite Is what my thoughts are You make me always wonder, How is that possible? You smile at me and I feel blessed and grateful Sometimes it reminds me of a child's laughter An innocent yet to know of a world beyond her Why is the ocean so vast and endless when I reach my hands out its so far away fro