Poetry

By Keertana Saji There’s the mirror that I’m inside, looking out I see there’s a child. Her face is the same as that of mine, with hair that reaches my ears behind, A smile on her lips and nothing in her eyes. Nothing in her eyes… Oh, dear child, still so immature, I’ll take away the pain for it to be so Evermore. I’ll take a deep breath and there will go The Nothing to be replaced with joy and blessings. Oh, dear child, you’ve grown, oh so much and now there’s horror in your

By Keertana Saji Everything was in silence, as the world outside raged with violence. The walls marred with blood stains, and people with their eyes dull in pain. A voice breaks through the void, an angelic voice through my heart. There sits a soul- a daughter, a sister, a mother, her beauty to put Aphrodite in shame, to make Sappho envy me in vain. The melody dances with her words as my mind sways to the song. Oh, dear mother, your voice dulls the world. So, as wisteria grow

By Keertana Saji In the darkness he was born, bound there since dawn. To him it was told, the moon was white as snow. So, he ran for freedom, to see that silver glow, just to be met with a red globe. Blood surrounded what was meant to look a swan, he stared on- wondering what went wrong. His dreams turned to water, stinging past his eyes. In the weight of the late sky, he begged the cold moon, to feel the dreams that were once his. He never saw a mirror, how would he ever kn

By Keertana Saji Who are we to assume? Stuck in the darkness of this world from the black and white we painted with our strokes. Afterall, isn’t love the route to all insanity? A love so dear, your heart cries, not knowing of pain or joy.A love so dear, your eyes bleed, not knowing to who the blood be. A love so dear, your ears taste melodies, dancing to the rhythms. A love so dear, your feet feel no more, not the sounds nor the grounds.  A love of such, what would we do if w

By Barleen Kaur Everyone says the moon is lonely on dark nights but have you ever noticed that star right next to it? It has always been there, even on the darkest of times, it never leaves.  I wonder if the skies and trees and clouds know their story.  I wonder if other stars are jealous of that one speck of a star who seems to be moons favourite;  For even the moonlight is not allowed to overpower its light.  Does this ever bother the moonlight that moon has another compani

By Barleen Kaur I didn’t just fall in love with you at once. It was a rather slow downfall of my imaginary walls. I didn’t just open the door for you, I peeked through the windows, I let you stand outside and waited for you to leave. I even asked you to leave.  Sometimes pretending that no one’s home.  But you never did.  You stood there taking down the wall brick by brick. I still watched you from afar but I let you do it. I don’t remember the exact brick which made me fall

By Barleen Kaur They say people are homes; What they forget to tell you  Is that you might not own it.  You might just be a tenant  Or a guest for the summer or fall  And you will eventually Have to gather all your belongings, Pack up the memories, Look around to take in as much as you can, And leave.  They say people are homes; What they forget to tell you is, Most of them might just be houses; The ones you can never own, But also the ones you can never forget. By Barleen Ka

By Shaina Cintron I’m uncomfortable.   Because  Because I feel the deep stare of your eyes the empty blink,   With one agenda in mind.   The wanting,   yearning for a drink.   The empty sip   leading to your next high.   I’m uncomfortable.   Because the system put in place to tell you sweet lies   lied about the help you were denied.   The deep, dark slope of nothingness   took over your mind,   washed away your dreams a hit here, a hit there,   Just to escape.   All of this.

By Shaina Cintron When you were tied up  because of the ignorant blood of another, What did freedom look like? Was it the air whispering through the droplets of sweat  Fading down your skin? Or  Was it the birds humming to their own tune? Did the ground beneath you feel alive? Or  Was it dead energy from the ones before you struggling to survive? What was freedom for you? Was the only thing that ran freely,  The blood from your open wounds? Or  The tears that could no longer

By Shaina Cintron Before I knew myself, I knew to stay quiet in a room  Full of strangers. Because my energy was to be muted. Before I knew myself,  I knew to chase paper Without knowing its origin Or  How it is used to keep us in chains. Before I knew myself, I knew the darkness of the ones who birthed me By two colors Black and blue. Before I knew myself,  I knew through my DNA I was considered non-human,  But a piece to lay with. Before I knew myself, I knew that those in

By Shaina Cintron I'm sitting in a hole buried beneath the ocean,  Gasping for air. Reaching up for coral, Any sign of life to nurture my lungs,  Back to health. I’m whispering words that are not complete, Because the ocean is grasping for air,  That once filled my lungs. By Shaina Cintron

By Shaina Cintron If they clapped  While they bombed your homes, Would you feed them? If they bragged  About taking your innocents away,  Would you give them a fresh bed to sleep in? If they trampled on your rights And left crumbs of your dignity,  Would you polish their shoes  To continue to walk on you? If they starved your soul  Made it their bitch, Would you manifest nothing but joy for them? Would you beg for forgiveness just for existing? Would you mourn the puppet mast

By Christian Sarni Still today when I look at that street and  my eyes wander all around it somehow my old mates I see so faraway playing together in a now lost sunny day to hide and seek and a ball to strike sharing in three the same battered bike Side by side under the street lamps light it was there we spent our night smiling  just  ‘cause we were boys having  fun with few broken toys a cheap ball for a crazy football riding a moped owned by us all Everyone in that neighbo

By Christian Sarni Still today when I look at that street and  my eyes wander all around it somehow my old mates I see so faraway playing together in a now lost sunny day to hide and seek and a ball to strike sharing in three the same battered bike Side by side under the street lamps light it was there we spent our night smiling  just  ‘cause we were boys having  fun with few broken toys a cheap ball for a crazy football riding a moped owned by us all Everyone in that neighbo

By Aadesh Chauhan ईश्वर की सुंदरतम रचना है प्रकृति         जैसे कोई कलाकार की उत्तम कृति,        आओ इसको निहारें हम नयन भर         मन को कितना आनंद देती है प्रकृति। रंग बिरंगे फूल, पेड़ पौधे और पत्ते        मधुमक्खी और पंछियों का बसेरा बनते, वातावरण को भी बनाते हैं स्वच्छ        हमारी कितनी मदद करती है प्रकृति। सर्दी में कोहरा और गर्मी में तपती धूप        बरसात में रिमझिम बरसती हैं शीतल बूंद, पहाड़ों पर बर्फ़, रेगिस्तान में तपता रेत        इंद्रधनुष की छटा भी बिखेरती है प्रकृ

By Aadesh Chauhan सावन का महीना आया है देखो,          सावन के गीत गाने गुनगुनाने को। मस्ती का आलम है छाया नाचें झूमें,          कोई ना आए हमें टोकने को।  घुमड़ घुमड़ कर काले बादल आते          धूप तपिश की चुभन कम करने को। आसमान से होगी बारिश अब          गर्मी से सबको राहत दिलाने को। आएगी मिट्टी से सोंधी सोंधी खुशबू           गले लगाएगी ये जब बूंदों को। खाओ भुट्टे, पकौड़े और घेवर           स्वाद भाए जिनका हमारी जिह्वा को। इतना पावन महीना है ये, नई ऊर्जा           आई हमें शक्ति 

By Aadesh Chauhan जिससे भी हम कुछ अच्छा सीखें              कहलाता वही गुरु है,              जिसकी प्रेरणा से हम आगे ही बढ़ते              होता वही हमारा गुरु है। अपने संचित ज्ञान और अनुभव से           दिखाए हमें जो सही राह, सदा हमारा भला और तरक्की चाहे             होता वही सच्चा गुरु है। माता,पिता,भाई,बहन,रिश्तेदार           दिन प्रतिदिन बहुत कुछ सिखलाते, दोस्त,सहेली,सहपाठी,सहकर्मी से भी            हम अमूल्य ज्ञान लेते रहते। अड़ोसी,पड़ोसी या कोई भी अंजान            ...

By Aadesh Chauhan ये हिंद की हिंदी चमकी जो बनकर विश्व के माथे की बिंदी। कहानी, लेख, छंद, निबंध, नाटक, उपन्यास और कविताएं  जीवनी, आत्मकथा, संस्मरण और न जाने कितनी अन्य विधाएं। मीठी, मधुर, सरस ये और सरल भी है देवनागरी की लिपि, सुनते ही यह कानों में ऐसे घुलती जैसे ताज़े मीठे गुड़ की डली। ये हिंद की हिंदी चमकी जो बनकर विश्व के माथे की बिंदी। मुंशी प्रेमचंद, महादेवी वर्मा और साथ में भारतेंदु हरिश्चंद्र, सुभद्रकुमारी चौहान, सूर्यकांत त्रिपाठी निराला और सुमित्रानंदन पंत, हरिवंश राय 

By Aadesh Chauhan आओ मित्रों सुनाऊँ आज तुम्हें अपने          भारत की समृद्ध संस्कृति की कहानी, इससे पहले भी कई बार सुनी जो            हमने अनेकों लोगों की ज़ुबानी। विभिन्न भाषाओं, धर्म, जाति, जनजाति के                लोगों को सौहार्दय से ये रखती, अनेकता में एकता दर्शाते हुए जो             एकजुट होकर करते भारत की तरक्की। सुंदर संस्कृति, नृत्य, परंपराएं यहाँ की         धर्म निरपेक्षता की सीख भी मिलती, नाना प्रकार के भोजन, वस्त्र, पोशाकें        जीवन के विभिन्न स्वाद और रंग भी द

By Aadesh Chauhan दशहरा या विजयादशमी का यह शुभ पर्व है बड़ा ही खास क्योंकि इस दिन मानवता को मिली थी एक अनोखी आस। असत्य को मिटा कर सत्य की जीत हुई थी इस दिन समाज से बुराई को मिटाकर अच्छाई ने ली थी ठंडी श्वास। चौदह वर्ष का वनवास हुआ था प्रभु संग बड़ा अन्याय पिता की आज्ञा मानकर श्रीराम ने लिखा नया अध्याय। सीताजी और लक्ष्मण जी ने भी उनका साथ निभाया पूरा दृढ़ निष्ठा, सेवा और प्रेम के बने ये दोनों महान पर्याय। उधर भाई भरत ने भी इस निर्णय को बिल्कुल नहीं माना क्योंकि वो तो इस सबसे थ