Poetry

By Sumedha Gupta You are the light that shines in the center of your chest,  It is you Identify yourself Hold a mirror up It is your younger self She is paining She is crying No one ever came for help She extends her arms to you Give her all the love and care  Let her smile freely Let her cry for help For she really needs it She is not pretending She is not being too much She is just Just  Just  Just ASKING FOR HELP! Exhausted Tired Resigned She sits with her knees to her che

By Kavya Mehta The scorching sun blazes above, my once bright green canopy. I watch the people who once lay beneath my shade now stare at me in awe. Where birds hummed and laughter once bloomed, now remains a hollow dusk- a quiet, melancholy silence. Not yet a corpse, no, still I rot, as I see people drawing a beaming tree on paper. The last of green, the last of me. My crown hardens and dries. I plead to God for a merciful death, Than to rise just to rust In this torturous l

By Aparna J A train of thoughts pulled away from my mind’s railway station.  On a journey to an unknown destination.  All the passengers inside were memories of the past.  Wondering how long the journey would last.  Glimpses of childhood faded away soon,  The train now radiated the heat of the noon,  The landscape shifted to a youthful struggle.  Trying to figure out each piece of life's puzzle.  Some passengers exchanged pleasantries, Sharing positive vibes from sweet memori

By Ayden Fernandes I still yearn for the time, I had spent with Her. If I had a million dimes, I would use it all to spend a day with Her. She brought Light to my morning, Calmness to my evening. I stared at the drops of dew, As I would have never imagined her days would be this few I would have never imagined a day without her. For I had never appreciated the time I had with Her. If there was a pendulum that could turn time, I would have spent all my dimes. Christmas did not

By Deepak Kulshrestha महज चरागों की रौशनी का न ये उजाला होगा, रात आस्माँ ने चाँद का सदक़ा निकाला होगा. मुमकिन है कि सूखे गुलाबों से फिर खुशबू आये, मेरे महबूब ने इस क़दर उनको संभाला होगा. यूँ निगाहें मिलाने से भी कोई मर जाता है भला, उसकी आँखों में छिपा कोई तो रिसाला होगा. वो कमबख्त जो राह तक रहे हैं मेरे मर जाने की, उनके जीने में भी देखना मेरा ही हवाला होगा. ऐसे ही नहीं टूट कर गिरा वो सितारा ज़मीन पर, ये फूल आस्माँ ने इस ज़मीं पर उछाला होगा. *** By Deepak Kulshrestha

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By Ramkrishna Paul That natural disasters are inevitable - Earthquake, Tsunami irresistible, Teaches people but to learn unable, Too weak to escape death formidable. When scientists almost conquered The space , leaving no stone unturned, By sending NISAR  into the orbit desired, Men fatally fail to stop calamity found. Congratulations, ISRO and NASA again For successful accomplishment fine, For the future forecast or prediction Of any kind of small or big apprehension. Let's

By Faheema Amin I opened my eyes to my abode, the ruins of which shape my dreams... Its the sole witness to my vent out, outburst & my screams... The naive mud walls, still echo my every tone... The memories of this dwelling, never leave me alone... Those fairy tales seemed as real as sky... The princess resides on trees, like a fact couldnt deny... Wounds and scratches  treated like heart breaks... On the fire pot, not bread, care & love bakes..  I now see those walls in the

By Yuvraj Sharma You walked into my life with a stride Came upon me like an overflowing tide You presented yourself as a bed Warm and cozy Now the quilt's been pulled  And i lie shivering in the cold night staring at the moon whose shine has somehow been dulled Now my pillow is wet  Because of all the tears that I have shed Because now all that's left of you is your silhouette The tides which I used to surf on, now drown me The waters which I used to swim in, now pull me Deep

By Yuvraj Sharma If I could write, I’d write about you The way that poets do If I could write, I’d paint a picture of you with my words Describing your pulchritude I’d trace the scars on your back and your wrists and your thighs And navigate them like routes leading me to my destiny To understand what you went through and still go through If I could write, I’d make sure your name was etched in every book to read, So that the way you smiled, or ruffled your hair could be prese

By Navamika Ragesh I craved for the  mountain top, But fear is pulling  down, What does it feel to be at peak, I bet it feels all so unique. But what if you ever  trip? People think you’re bullshit. But really what’s up there I Always kept my glare . I took tiny baby steps , Went up with little preps . Toiled day and night , Finally got it right . I was at the peak with few. I looked at the valley, It looked all so tiny . Vanity took me away , I walked with pride and slayed,

By Navamika Ragesh Living in a small box, Looking at its four walls  Lets do a detox , Go wild in icebox , Who cares? My life’s a big box, What do I get now? Maybe just socks, Or just an eggbox Who cares? Tired chasing old fox, Summer is here now  Get some dreadlocks, Do some catwalks , Who cares? By Navamika Ragesh

By Aishwarya Samir Saraf सब कहते हैं, वक़्त के साथ ज़रूरी है बदलाव, सब कहते हैं, comfort zone के आगे है बदलाव। पर मैं पूछती हूँ, क्या ज़रूरी है हमें बदलना? क्या ज़रूरी है शादी के बाद अपना गाँव छोड़ना? नाज़ों से पली छोटी-सी बेटी को यूँ ही अचानक उम्र से बड़ा हो जाना? बिना सोचे-समझे जो अपने विचार रखती थी, उसे बोलने से पहले सौ बार सोचना? क्या ग़लत है वो स्वतंत्र चुनना, जो माता-पिता ने हमें दिया? पापा कहते हैं— “बड़ा नाम करेगी,” पर ससुराल ही वो शक्ति है जो उसे guilt free आगे बढ़ने

By Zuha Faizullah Khatib “You give me blood and I will give you freedom” he said, for the consequences of his rebelliousness was something he did not dread. “Sone ki chidiya is what they call our motherland; whose people were stripped of their rights at hand. And let's not forget Mahatma Gandhi, who held up a peaceful resistance and preached truth and non-violence. Then come to the revolution which gave rise to the nation of a free Nation. Then follow the sacrifices of the co

By Zuha Faizullah Khatib Valleys of gold and an abyss of silver  I should face everything heads on; Oh, but then why at the thought of failure I I shiver? The decision, after all, is mine. The stars I see in the night sky is how I so dearly wish to shine  “A waste of talent and intelligence “as they said My moods are bit sour; the bouquet of irises on table is dead. The skies are grey, but that's quite fine. If I quit now what that be a foolish decision of mine?  I should at

By Arbia Enam And, who am I without me? An empty vessel? Where a soulless soul resides. Or a brainless creature? Calling herself a human being. With thoughts so messed up, there is no room left for them anymore. A breathing sculpture, lying dead on a cold cemented floor. While the coldness slowly seeps into my body. Making it more numb than it usually is. Maybe I am me, just without me.  A new me — nothing like how I used to be. Strange, how she is just a stranger to me. Even

By Arbia Enam The books laid dead on my cupboard shelves. Pages scattered, ink bled itself. Stained bedsheet, wet pillow cases. Crumpled sheets of paper,  with half written phrases. Cold food, spilled drinks. Lights flickered, as time blinked. The night I murdered, me- the only bait, in that large sea. Red ran through my mind,  while my wrist bled. Five minutes, and I was there, laying dead. Pillows muffling my voice. The bed soaking my blood. A scribbled sheet of paper in ha

By Purnima Raj क्या ये मेरा सवाल ही गलत है ये पीरियड्स क्यों है  पीरियड्स है, तो इतना दर्द क्यों है  दर्द है, तो इतना महसूस क्यों होता है  महसूस होता है, पर हर महीने क्यों आता है  आता है, पर मुझे अकेलापन क्यों देकर जाता है  अकेलेपन में अपने आप को समझा क्यों लेती हूं  ये है तो, अच्छा है नुकसान कहां  नुकसान नहीं, फायदे कई तुम कुछ मत बोलो रास नहीं आ रही  पीरियड्स की चमची  सच मुझे उसे समय साथ चाहिए, अकेलापन नहीं  जो बात कर सके और जो दर्द बांट सके  दर्द में अपना काम नहीं कर पाती 

By Purnima Raj एक परिस्थिति में आ गई  गोल-गोल घूम कर वहीं आ रही थी  बदल रहा था जमाना मैं फिर भी घूम कर वहीं आ रही थी  मेरे संसाधन और मेरे  लोग खत्म हो रहे थे  रणभूमि को छोड़ने को बोल रहे थे  दर्द असहन से बाहर हो गया था  इसीलिए नहीं दर्द है तो सह नहीं सकती रास्ता नहीं देख रही थी , दर्द बांट नहीं रही थी  फिर अंतिम विकल्प लगा छीन ले अपने प्राण  किसी ने देखा मुझे रोका और समझाया माना कि तुम सफल नहीं, फिर भी कोई गलत ख्याल नहीं  कोई गलत आरोप सहाना आसन नहीं  पर फिर भी तरीका वो नहीं 

By Ridhima Khajuria Funny how many people having Claimed to experience life Think the world is a small place  But they never realise, Oh how little they actually know  Of this great and wide universe,  The complexities and mysteries  How beautifully they merge. Every passing human being,  You see travelling on the road Has a purpose for their journey  And a life as intricate as yours They have their own history,  The difficulties they've seen.  Funny we'll never know, how  Ki