Poetry

By Sumedha Gupta Aap kehte the udne ko aasman tera hai Mujhe lagta tha aap hi mere nahi ho Fir bhi aapne apna farz nibhaya Aur mene apna Mummy ne apna Bhai ne apna Sab apna apna farz nibhate rahe Apni apni bediyon me ek doosre ko jakad kar apna apna pyar dikhate rahe Geele takiyon par khud ko sulate rahe Ke ek din is pinjare se chutkara milega Duniya ko apni ankhon se dekhna ka mauka milega Ek aise savere ka sapna khud ko dikhaate rahe Toote pankh leke usi aasman me Me udne k

By Sumedha Gupta If you could look at your reflection in the water You would see a tigress A tigress ruled by no one but the gods themselves Divine energy dancing in the wild A soul one with nature A soul one with god Laughing in ripples Wailing with the wind Raging in tsunamis Belonging in the mountains You are beautiful in your strength Oh mother divine Let me in on the secret of your power Every blow you crush with your chest Oh mother divine Oh my tigress I worship at you

By Vishvas Desai હકીકતની આ મહેફિલથી ડરીને દૂર જઈ બેઠો, મનગમતી કલ્પનાઓના ખોળામાં હું જઈ બેઠો. ફકત એકાંત ફાવ્યું છે મને આ પ્રકાશિત પરિસરમાં, જરા અજવાળું આવ્યું તો હું અંધારામાં જઈ બેઠો. હૃદયને સમજાવવાની એ મથામણ ખૂબ નિષ્ફળ ગઈ, ન આવ્યું આંખમાં આંસુ તો મદિરાલયમાં જઈ બેઠો. પુરાવા મેં ન આપ્યા આ જગતને મારા હોવાના, મુખેથી મૌન ધારી લઈ હું શબ્દાલયમાં જઈ બેઠો. By Vishvas Desai

By Vishvas Desai मौसम ने ज़िंदगी के देखो कितने रंग दिखायें हैं, दूर क्षितिज पर अम्बर और वसुधा को संग दिखायें हैं,, एक ओर हैं फटे तजुरबे, दूजी ओर हैं चादर मख़मल की, सूखे मैदानों के बीच में बसती धारा हैं जल की,, करुणा के सागर में बहतीं रोती रोती लहरें हैं, पत्थर के किनारों पर देखो मौसम बड़े सुनहरे हैं,, दूर अँधेरे हैं जगमगाते, और सूर्य पर मायूसी छाई हैं, दिन पर ज़ुल्म जो कर रही हैं, रातों की परछाई हैं,, आँखें मूँदकर जीते हैं जो, उन्हीं ने जश्न मनायें हैं, खुली आँख से चलने वाले

By Vishvas Desai ख्वाहिशों की मशालें कुछ अब भी जल रही हैं, आहिस्ता आहिस्ता ज़िंदगी चल रही हैं.. पसीने की मुट्ठी से अब अपने घर को संवारा हैं, मानो रात के अंधेरों में कुछ जुगनू आवारा हैं, खुशियों की टोली चेहरे पे उछल रही हैं, आहिस्ता आहिस्ता ज़िंदगी चल रही हैं.. थम गया हैं तूफान ज़िंदगी के इम्तहान का, थक गया है दुश्मन अब तो अपने मैदान का, चिंता की चिता धीरे धीरे जल रही हैं, आहिस्ता आहिस्ता ज़िंदगी चल रही हैं.. बढ़ते हुए पौधे हवाओं से मिल रहे हैं, रिश्तों के फूल अब फिर से खिल रह

By Vishvas Desai आज घर में अकेला था, सिगरेट की एक डिबिया थी, और कुछ साहिर की नग़में थीं,, वक्त भी अकेला था, आवाज़ में थोड़ी सिसकियाँ थी, न निभाई जाने वाली कसमें थीं,, जिन हाथों में किसी के हाथ थे, उन हाथों में सिगरेट थी, धुएं में कुछ यादें थी,, उन यादों के धुएं में फिर से एक कहानी जागी थी, कुछ महीनों से सोई हुई अश्रु की धारा जागी थी,, साहिर की नग़मों में जैसे होते हैं सपने धरातल, बाहर एक शांति का स्वर था, अंदर उतना ही कोलाहल,, भाव-अभाव का मेला था, सुकून की कुछ नदियाँ थी, और "

By Vishvas Desai मैं सुरक्षित पाता हूँ ख़ुद को, एक दुनिया हो, जहाँ लिबास के नाम पर सिर्फ़ कपड़े हो, जो ढकते हो केवल तन,, एक आईना हो मौन के उस पार, जो पहचाने केवल मन,, जहाँ शब्दों के बाहर आने का सीधा रास्ता हो, और अभिव्यक्ति के लिए खुला आसमां,, मैं सुरक्षित पाता हूँ ख़ुद को, एक दुनिया हो,  जहाँ किसी का यथावत स्वीकार सामान्य हो, कटघरों की जगह कंधों ने ली हो, और यथार्थ कल्पना से बहुत दूर न हो,, जहाँ दिखावे के नाम पर कुछ न हो, हो, तो किसी का होना भर हो,, रिश्तों के कोई नाम न हो,

By Aranya Mandal Son of Summer and Sun, he who covets spring and verdure, He who desires wind through his hair and Sun on his skin,  He who wishes to dance under the Sun and wax poetic in the moonlight, He who wishes to be in the lap of his mother forever in tranquility. His companionship lies in flora and frondescence, in the wild. His muse is the spring, the shade of the trees, the gentle breeze  The vast expanse of the golden greenery of fields and farms extending Into the

By Aranya Mandal At long last we are united as a nation, be it so on a blood-soaked land, we surely have been liberated but at a price by fate’s hand. Freed we have been but we must not forget the sacrifices that had to be made That won us this air that reeks no longer of subservience.   Let it be known to our fallen soldiers that the blood they shed was not in vain, that the dream they died for has been achieved even through all the pain, let it be known to our fallen brethr

By Aranya Mandal Hark, o heavens above and heed the words I speak, Let my voice echo from the deepest depth to the highest peak Hark, o land below the skies and above the hells, Let my voice ring through the lands like temple bells. I thank the heavens for blessing me with the gift of sight,  I thank the glorious Sun in the sky and his shining light, I thank them for allowing me to witness your beauty, your majesty; The divinity that drips from you like nectar from a flowery

By Ragi Mishra Mind: I hate the person I see each day. Heart: Then look again - I’ve grown, haven’t I? Mind: But I’m not who I wanted to be. Heart: Maybe you’re becoming who you need to be. Mind: When will I finally feel enough? Heart: When you stop measuring your worth by the tough. Mind: But I’ve failed so many times before. Heart: Then you’ve already learned what living is for. Heart: Why do you blame me every night? Mind: Because I should’ve done it right. Heart: You did

By Arbia Enam “Till death do us part” But what if it really pulls us apart? And we reach to our end. A cursed destiny of our life which we couldn't amend. Will we die, hands in hand? Or one of us would be left behind? What if, it is you who stays? While I'm buried deep inside my grave. Would you still love me when I am gone? Would you still think of me, when you'll be left all alone? Ode to the promises we made, promises we thought we'd never break. To be together for the res

By Nakul Balar In Japan, for New Year's, a sight so grand, With fireworks aglow, holding your hand. Or stargazing in Hawaii, a cool, dark night, On wet grass we'd lie, bathed in moonbeams bright. A house we would share, with a warmth ever bright, Where we cook food together, a wonderful sight. Not just food on the table, but so much more, dear, With laughter and love, banishing all fear. I wish we'd be in a pool, beneath skies so blue, Splashing water on each other, just me a

By Chandan MK True friends never arrive with thunder — they enter like a quiet dawn, lighting up the forgotten rooms of our heart. They sit beside our silence, not to question it, but to understand the language of what we never said. They touch the corners where even we hide from ourselves — the ache, the fear, the little guilts we keep folded deep. And when they take a share of that hidden sorrow, its weight softens — pain breathes again, lighter, almost sacred. Between them

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By Aaradhya Sinha It sounds so plain. One walks with glory, one with pain. Yet both had fire in their chest.  Both bled through hell. Both gave their best. The winner hears the crowd’s loud cheer. The loser fades without a name. But didn’t he pour heart and soul? Didn’t he chase the same goal? Why must we praise the one who wins, and shame the one who breaks, as if his path held no weight, as if his fall was sealed by fate? But winning isn’t about lights or gold. It’s having

By Aaradhya Sinha You find it beautiful, don’t you? When you smell blood and not bread, when missiles sing louder than the rustling leaves, when sirens drown the birds’ dawn chorus, When your city falls into a blackout, not into rivers of joyful light. You find it beautiful, don’t you? The war. The anticipation. The orchestrated suffering of all human beings. The dance of death pirouettes prettier for you than the swans ever could across seas. In your war, The soil forgets se

By Aaradhya Sinha You find it beautiful, the whispers of moonlight, the rustling of leaves, the golden melt of the sun, sliding down your balcony, and the birds chirping by. The sky, so wide, so blue, so wondrous, a canvas so perfect, It almost feels divine. Beneath it, you dance, sing, live, laugh, love, and sleep— all in peace. Because somewhere, Someone is out there standing beneath that same sky, blue, wide, and endless, But to him, It feels grey. It feels like war. To hi

By Aaradhya Sinha And even after I built a house, Modern and exquisite, It doesn’t feel like home. The people are scattered, too busy chasing clocks and calendars. Souls departed, threads once tied now frayed and out of reach. The house I had before? Old, ancient, crumbling in corners, yet full of love. Nights spent over dinner tables, laughing and smiling. Now? It all fades into cold meals and the silent humming of the fan. Did I lose the people? Or did I lose myself? Amidst