Poetry

By Muhimtulay Ammara Mohammed Amin Let's go on a journey-a journey of our own, into a world of fantasy, where limits are overthrown. We'll wander and wonder, seeing how far our imagination can stretch beyond every star. Listen to my voice-louder than the sound of silence. Let's make a choice, though some I've made were heavy with regret, denser than oceans brimming with salt. Countless stars shine above me-which one should I adore? Let me be, just for a moment, lost in their

By Muhimtulay Ammara Mohammed Amin I have memories Lots of them Some I wish to remember Some I wish to forget Some I wish to last forever Some I wish I had never met What can I do? Why? How am I to know What may happen in future What can I do? Why? How am I to know What may happen in future What will become of my past, so Will you do me a favor That is to remind me what is to be done and known Do you know? Cuz I so don't know you see What is to know And what to be done? That'

By Muhimtulay Ammara Mohammed Amin When twilight laid it’s hush across eyes a veil of shadows wrapped the weary skies  The moon enthroned ,wore diamonds for his crown A sovereign robed in bridal white ,come down And in dusky hours, the world was stilled , By twilight’s hand, with dream and silence filled The sable clouds and obsidian dome                            Played the nocturne’s gloam  Cloaking the sky with starlet shroud Playing symphonies for celestial cloud The nig

By Manmohan Kaur कितनी बातें करनी हैं मुझे कितना कुछ कहती भी हूं  फिर भी अपने आप को क्यों भूल जाती हूं  वक्त निकल ही लूंगी कभी  कोई ना भी सुने मेरी बातों को  सामने बैठकर उस आईने को कह दूंगी  कहूंगी उसको, मेरी बातें गहरी हैं  कुछ बातें समझने की  कुछ बातें विश्वास की कुछ किसी भी काम की नहीं  क्योंकि जरूरी नहीं जो मैं सोचूं वह तू भी समझे  सुन तो लेगा ना तू,  देख तू चटक मत जाना  मेरे अंतरमन के द्वंद में उलझ ना जाना  हां कुछ ही नहीं ढेर सारी बातें करनी है मुझे  जवाब तेरे पास नहीं 

By Manmohan Kaur ਜਦੋਂ ਉਹ ਸਾਡੇ ਘਰ ਆਈ ਸੀ ਕਿੰਨੀਆਂ ਖੁਸ਼ੀਆਂ ਲਿਆਈ ਸੀ  ਕਿਸੇ ਦੀ ਪਤਨੀ, ਕਿਸੇ ਦੀ ਨੂੰ, ਕਿਸੇ ਦੀ ਮਾਮੀ, ਕਿਸੇ ਦੀ ਭਾਬੀ, ਕਿਸੇ ਦੀ ਚਾਚੀ, ਕਿਸੇ ਦੀ ਤਾਈ ਕਹਿਲਾਈ ਸੀ, ਉਸ ਦੀ ਉਮਰ ਵੀ ਛੋਟੀ ਸੀ ਸੁਣਿਆ ਉਹ ਬਹੁਤ ਸੋਹਣਾ ਗਾਉਂਦੀ ਸੀ  ਵਕਤ ਗੁਜ਼ਰਦਾ ਗਿਆ  ਜਿੰਮੇਦਾਰੀਆਂ ਉਹ ਨਿਭਾਉਂਦੀ ਗਈ  ਆਪਣੇ ਛੋਟੇ ਛੋਟੇ, ਅਰਮਾਨਾ ਨੂੰ ਦਬਾਉਂਦੀ ਰਹੀ ਉਹ ਵੀ ਤਾਂ ਉਮਰ ਵਿੱਚ ਛੋਟੀ ਸੀ  ਉਹ ਵੀ ਤਾਂ ਇੱਕ ਕੁੜੀ ਸੀ ਦੋ ਗੱਲਾਂ ਕਹਿਣੀਆਂ ਸੌਖੀਆਂ ਹੈ  ਸਲਾਹਾਂ ਦੇਣੀਆਂ ਉਸ ਤੋਂ ਵੀ ਜਿਆਦਾ ਆਸਾਨ  ਪਰ ਜਦੋਂ ਆਪ ਤੇ ਵਾਪਰਦੀ ਹੈ  ਤਾਂ ਕੁਝ ਆਸੂ ਅਸਲੀ  ਤੇ ਕੁਝ ਫਰਜ਼ੀ ਬਹਾਏ ਜਾਂਦੇ ਨੇ ...

By Manmohan Kaur ਲੋਗ ਕਹਿੰਦੇ ਸਾਹਿਬਾ ਬੇਵਫਾ  ਮਿਰਜੇ ਦੇ ਤੋੜੇ ਤੀਰ ਉਸਨੇ  ਭਰਾਵਾ ਤੋ ਮਰਵਾ ਦਿੱਤਾ ਮਿਰਜ਼ਾ ਯਾਰ  ਮੈਂ ਪੁੱਛਦੀ ਆ ਮਿਰਜੇ ਤੋਂ   ਜੇ ਕੋਈ ਉਸ ਦੇ ਘਰ ਦੀ ਇੱਜਤ ਨੂੰ ਭਜਾ ਕੇ ਲੈ ਜਾਂਦਾ  ਫਿਰ ਕੀ ਉਹ ਨਾ ਕਰਦਾ ਉਸ ਦੇ ਟੁਕੜੇ ਚਾਰ  ਜੇ ਮੁਹੱਬਤ ਦੇ ਟੋਟੇ ਕੀਤੇ ਜਾਂਦੇ  ਤੇ ਭੈਣਾਂ ਨੂੰ ਹੀ ਕਿਉਂ ਹਮੇਸ਼ਾ ਕਿਸਮਤ ਦੀ ਮਾਰ  ਸਾਹਿਬਾ ਬੇਵਫਾ ਨਹੀ ਸੀ ਮਿਰਜਿਆ  ਉਹ ਤੇ ਖੜੀ ਸੀ ਬਣ ਸਭ ਦੀ ਢਾਲ  ਇੱਕ ਪਾਸੇ ਭਰਾ ਉਸਦੇ  ਇਕ ਪਾਸੇ ਮਿਰਜ਼ਾ ਬੇਖਬਰ ਅੰਜਾਨ  ਇਕ ਬਾਰੇ ਸਾਹਿਬਾ ਦੇ ਬਾਰੇ ਸੋਚ ਲੈਂਦਾ  ਇਜ਼ਤਾਂ ਸਭ ਦੀਆਂ ਸਾਂਝੀਆਂ  ਭੈਣਾਂ ਸਭ ਦੀਆਂ ਦੁਆਵਾਂ ਮੰਗਦੀਆਂ  ਮੁਹੱਬਤ ਵਿੱਚ ਖੂ

By Manmohan Kaur The maid who was late, had made her own tale. Tale of woes and pain in her toes Time was fixed for her to come, every morning before ten. We showed her our little Ben, little did we know she clogged little Ben, made it slow by minutes ten. Once a week was her day off,  but whenever the need was more, she would just ignore She never called a day before, only after ten she did inform Another sink full of dishes to be done, Why didn’t the maid come, looking for

By Manmohan Kaur I met her at the Ganges, Where she waits and prays for her death,  She is dressed up in white, her life as a widow, white yet not bright We named it Game of Destiny, battered her soul, burnt her desires for no fault of her own She lives, after being disowned by her own people, her own family the same family that welcomed her when she was a new bride When the man of her life died, she lost her pride Walking barefoot, there is no sound of her anklets Ruthlessly

By Kalpana Kumari I breathe in the smoke, fueling the fire. Just like the ache in my heart, calling out your name louder. Smoke and tears escape, just like your memory. With me for a moment, then fading into silence. Why could it not be? My heart asks like the dying pyre. Leaving gray ash of shattered hopes, and the remains of a love that burned ever wilder. By Kalpana Kumari

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By Prutha Santosh Wadke People often say they’re lonely; They long for company. But once I understood the truth, I never looked back.  Remember this… No one can care for you The way nature does.  By day, the sun walks beside you. By night, the moon and stars keep watch. The waters flow to comfort you, The rains come to kiss your skin. The fire burns within and around you. The earth cradles you in her soil. And above it all, the endless sky embraces you.  You only need to call

By Prutha Santosh Wadke Many have adored the moon, yet only the stars remain etched in his celestial embrace. Their love story, a whispered legend among the Constellations, is known to all. But for a moment, let us consider the night, her existence entwined with his ethereal glow. Think of the sun, a radiant deity, illuminating the moon with selfless grace. He awakens the moon’s pale beauty, never demanding a return, his love a constant embrace. What about the ocean? It holds