Poetry

By Tvishaa Vijay Winter is on my tongue, it’s dry and bitter like wine  I wish it tasted sweeter; as sweet as birds chirping on trees. I’m trapped alone, confined within the arms of the classic mahogany; Drunk on darkness, the bittersweet afterbite stinging the only alive part of me.  I loved you from the bottom of my heart But you left me to sink Like an anchor, Lost in the bottomless sea I faded away, not where I should be  Winter is on my tongue, as those cold words left m

By Tvishaa Vijay The promising ray of hope set down slowly  Reluctantly giving way for the reticent night The darkness surging its way through me,  Trying to solace me with its cold bite  It hurt, the pain reverberating through me  It made its way deeper, into my soul  How long will the scar stay? How long will the healer inside of me have to face this toll? It was all too much for me to bear,  my every pleasure orbited around you  And in all the times, I was caught in hell’s

By Tvishaa Vijay Some people arrive like a season, and others, like a promise kept; wordless, weatherless, just there, without needing to be asked. No one ever taught me what love looked like in practice— but I recognized it anyway. In full tanks and backseat laughter, in jokes tossed like keys across time, in the quiet rhythm of showing up when nothing demanded it, but everything needed it. There was never a speech, no loud declarations. Just presence. A kind that hummed ben

By Tvishaa Vijay Some wounds rot quiet with time But the scar in this healer still glows,  A cursed little shrine.  What a cruel design- to cradle your heart,  When I couldn't even love mine And somewhere in that bleeding… he started to shine.  The walls breathe now, thick with sin  And the devil slipped in- smooth, under my skin  It hurt, the pain reverberating through me  Engraving scars upon my soul, from which I could never be free  Piece by piece, his shadows build this

By Monika Parvanda किसी से जो मैं ना कह पायी, आज हर वो बात हुई, कई अनकहे एहसास निकले उभर कर बाहर जब खुद से मेरी मुलाकात हुई। कुछ प्यार भरी यादें आई सामने, वहीं, कुछ यादों से आँखों में बौछार हुई, जिंदगी का हर लम्हा हुआ डिस्कस, जब खुद से मेरी मुलाकात हुई। कुछ डर कुछ घबराहटों का चला सिलसिला, शर्म के उठे जब पर्दे , खुलकर तब शुरुआत हुई, मैं हूँ तेरे साथ , मैने दिलाया यकीन, जब खुद से मेरी मुलाकात हुई। तू रुक, तू ठहर, तू बोल, तू डर मत, रख आज वो हर भाव समक्ष, जिसे जानते हुए भी, तू अज

By Mahira Ahmad Standing in shallow, When my thoughts echo, With wave’s gentle whispers, And a little warmth of sun, With the tickling cold breeze, Which makes it silently loud, And it is all, When I get mellow The moment I wish nobody would shackle As in the silence, I awaken, And if I were Water, Then I would wander forever By Mahira Ahmad

By Mahira Ahmad What is life? So mystifying, gets so overwhelming Everyday, it is a new chapter for us, Sometimes, not for all, But even just making a step unfolds a new page, And passing by strangers, It leaves me with a feeling of sonder, In the depths of my own story, Each day is a separate thread, Each minute is, Sometimes besetting, sometimes charming, sometimes perilous I have fallen short and will, But they are the ones who shaped me and will Life always takes abrupt t

By Mitali She walks through chaos, soft yet strong, Carrying pain she’s held too long. Balancing life on trembling feet, Yet every fall, she finds her beat. Her silence hides a thousand screams, Her eyes still guard forgotten dreams. She fights her fears, both near and far — Holding a dream to shine bright like a star. The world sees calm, not all she’s faced, The nights she’s lost, the years she’s chased. But deep inside, a spark still gleams, A fire alive beneath her dreams

By Devalacheruvu Ridhima I climb onto the bus, everyone tightly packed like sardines, The mid of July; sweat in the air, the unbearable sultry summer heat. As the traffic passes by, and the signal lights change, everyone chattering on endlessly Another child climbs in, sitting next to me. We do not utter a word, not a thought shared, As we make our way to school, in absolute silence, not a sound spared. The sound of the bell beckons the class to a halt; the teacher leaves the

By Devalacheruvu Ridhima The pale peach wan of my palms, Perfectly contrast the burnt tan tenor of my hand. With my overgrown nails, leaving rapes of red over my radian, Over those hideous veins, purple and green popping over my wrist, How I hate them all. Thighs speckled and marred like a smallpox ridden child From picking scabs and wounds time and time again, Till they bleed to stain my shin; till they sting and hurt. And they’ll cripple me to cover my legs till they heal a

By Devalacheruvu Ridhima Seismic shocks that rack through my very being, Richter scale shattered, heartbeat off the charts, At the simple sound of your melodious laughter, The ground below me begins to shatter. Magma seeps underneath my flushed cheeks, An eruption of lava and emotion bubbling beneath, At the mere brush of your fingertips against mine, The mouth of the volcano starts to boil over. A tempestuous storm brews in my heart, The maelstrom of winds, threatening to te

By Devalacheruvu Ridhima My thoughts and words harbour the world to me. Vain and vapid to you as they may seem, They are true and written from the heart, That much I am sure of, clear in every part. These are my words, my sword of choice, To fight my evils, my loneliness, my frustration, my one true reprise. To take my pen away would be akin to snatching away my soul, To leave me a desolate husk, merely a wandering ghoul, with no goal. With my mighty blade, I cut through the

By Devalacheruvu Ridhima They say love and hate are two sides of the same coin, I couldn’t disagree more; they are fire and ice, the complete opposite sign. One forged from the depths of the heart with care and joy, While the other boils with unbridled rage, aimed to tear down and destroy. Though people proclaim, ‘hate is merely twisted love’, I beg to differ, For both are born from the flames of passion, but differently do the fires flicker; One burns, bright and divine like

By Devalacheruvu Ridhima Natrium soaked ichor, flowing from my eyes, Drips down the curve of my cheek, Gleaming like strings of blue Caspian pearls. Threaded together, by a weave of emotion, feeble and meek, None can understand the beauty of each gem. An emotion writhes through each bead, Everlasting and lingering forevermore It brings forth the birth of each pearl Thoroughly coated in a nacre, Of life’s never ending worries and woes. It leaves the shell; dry, desolate and de

By Devalacheruvu Ridhima You shine brighter than the sun, stars and the moon The overpowering light casts a glare over my feeble glow Why would I ever try to eclipse your greatness? When I could simply burn away and let the dust blow? You sing in voices sweeter and more melodious than I could conjure. Applause follows around you and your sickeningly saccharine voice. And why should I sing, when I could simply listen to you? When my song when compared to yours is nothing but n

By Devalcheruvu Ridhima The single bloom of the daises told me all that was to be known. Though we were merely children, in the midst of this one sided tryst, I was thrown. It blooms so fragrantly and marvelously, untouched by vanity and vases. Little would I know how much further the bed would grow, to what distances it phases. As the days pass us by, the fields of my heart fill with daffodils so yellow, The blooms within you are same yet wildly different, and I am the naïve

By Devalcheruvu Ridhima Invoke the muses; many poems may dare. But none brave enough to call upon the sins, naked and bare. And so I call upon the most human traits of them all, The ones I am ashamed of, the ones forced behind a wall. Avarice, Arrogance, Rage and Resentment flows Indolence, Indulgence and Infatuation grows.  I call upon them one by one, Each of them receding by none. More and more; I search everyday Austerity and vanity fills my every way. Like a magpie, chas

By Devalacheruvu Ridhima Great art thou; who praise the glory of war,       From the comfort of a podium and a stage You, who simply rides the tides of fame, Whilst the rifles clatter and bones shatter; The poor musketeer bleeds out his life’s blood  Sinking; to the depths of the sea, body lost; soul razed, Such is the glory of war thou praise.  Magnificent art thou; who seek the glory of war, Raising the war flags, sounding the horns You, who marches on in columns and rows,

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By Saanvi Agarwal Setting boundaries and setting goals, Will need a steady and passionate dose. Things change with decision-wise, Not on its own by just making sighs. You can call it success when, Your signature turns into an autograph with a pen. Dreams are not what you see while asleep, For they are ideas that will make you succeed. Your failure will become your ladder, Where both, rise and fall matter. Knowledge starts when you explore, Unlocking the innovation door. Your