Poems published in November 2017

I am strong when I am soft

a poem by Aishwarya Shrivastav

I am strong when I am soft
My heart soars up kind words
That wouldn’t soften harsh realities
But maybe hold someone up when they are tired of standing up for too long

I am strong when I am soft
I like to break down with people on bathroom floors like their sadness is mine
I know my crying wouldn’t calm them down
But maybe later we could share a laugh when we run out of tissues and comforting nouns

I am strong when I am soft
I am the first person to say sorry
The last one to say goodbye
I don’t like finishing last
But often, it’s easier to get hurt than hurting someone else

I am strong when I am soft
I dream without apologies for how big my dreams are
Refusing anything that restricts how long the dream will last
I know I have a hundred dreams and I will watch some more
Because I know if I can see them I can be them

I am strong when I am soft
I cry when I am happy and also when I am sad
I cry when I miss my lover and harder when he says I should grow up
I don’t mind him much
Because he also cries when we kiss and I don’t ask him to be a man

I am strong when I am soft
I buy flowers for my friend to put them on his hair
And I am not insecure when he is rocking that floral skirt better than me
Gender is restrictive and he doesn’t need to be your version of
What any gender should look like
We smile so bright and I swear he was so happy he cried
People will fight their own battles and you should let them fight
But stay around a little longer
Just in case they may need you to remind them of what they already know

I am strong when I am soft
I repeat thrice the same sentence for my mother without raising my tone
She didn’t count how many notes she left in our tiffin boxes
On important days of our school
Repeating doesn’t validate her deafness, nor is it a return gift
It is about just being there even when she doesn’t expect me to be around

I am strong when I am soft
I understand power and I don’t equate it with responsibility
I have seen resistance by those who know they can’t fight
Still they rise each day with holding on to hopes tight
I don’t always shout with them, but I like to see how we can still fight things bigger than us
Or how victory is not always about the win but about fighting till our last

I am strong when I am soft
I am strong when I am soft
And I am not ashamed when I say it today
For I have never been stronger than this


a poem by Anurag Barman

Beneath the left surface of the soul
Exist a place from where life begins

Making ups and downs in the ECG
Depicting life not to be ideal

Lost into the outside world
Forgetting to listen to it

Reminding only in times of
Fear and loneliness

But be it any situation or time
Still keeps on making waves

Because a beeline puts the soul
To an end


a poem by Uvais Girach

Walking along the streets, rain is with me
Listening to it’s voice, music is with me
Silence appeared when rain went away
Everything faded away but “I” is with me

Thinking about the past, memories are with me
Repeating of thoughts, pain is with me
From the past to the present, nothing remains
Everything faded away but “I” is with me

Fun with friends, joy is with me
Fighting with them, sadness is with me
All between broken relations of life
Everything faded away but “I” is with me

Through the struggle, hard work is with me
But with the luck, success is with me
Between Every failure and success stories
Everything faded away but “I” is with me

Loving my mother, life is with me
I am her Shadow, existence is with me
What is “I” now a no more myth
My mother is “I” and “I” is with me

My mother is my life and life is with me
My mother is my life and life is with me

The Burning Sun

a poem by Seshendra Sharma

I am the drop of sweat, I am the sun
Rising from the hills of human sinews,
Hearts are my friends

I live in the city of sufferings
Although in my fist, I hold an ocean of history
I sculptured man silently –

Wings that carried birds
Did not bring them back;
I am drinking thick darkness
In the haunts of those forests
Which cry out in agony for the birds
That did not return;

Clutching at the garment woven of memories
I twine myself to the feet of my country.
Heads that were hanging to the trees
Smile as flowers today in the branches
Hearts that received the bullets

Ring in temples of our land like bells;
Blood of theirs nights squeezed and offered
By how many to bring forth this day;
They are hanging like icicles
On the ridges of our roofs;
Look, it is an iron fist I have;
I shall excavate the flame of light
From the rocks of time –
I will set fire to the sleep of resisting centuries –
To the rivers that run in passion after the sea

I cry halt, command them
To paint the colourless arid lands in green,
Invite back the smile which fled away
In terror from this land,
To the butterfly trudging hungrily for a flower
I shall give a garden –
Come children, eat
Bits of nights dipping them in moonlight,
I shall not allow the sun to cheat this sacred day

If he wakes not on the horizon of this land
I shall tear my burning heart
And put it in its place
With the scarlet of my living flesh
Illuminate the earth
I am the drop of sweat, I am the sun
Rising from the hills of human sinews

Funniest is confidence

a poem by Amshudharsai K

Struggled for the name
It’s my pen name in life
Buzz words can’t turn me
Byword I am the unknown to you

Measuring tortured me
Then closed world never opened
Ignition was “I aspire”
Commitment was “I am bound”

Every filter managed me
Funniest was my innocent confidence
Fluctuates as the wire
Behaves as the air

Beings say you can it pleasures
Beings say you may it “feels important”
Beings say you can’t it “drops the face”
Realisation called me to ignore

Situational commitment visioned me
And buzz beats never declined me
The only difference was my feeling
Not the societal bites

Choose wise commitment
When funny confidence can’t
Confidence is intrinsic
Which ignites the intrinsic
Ignores the extrinsic

Shadow the feelings light up
The want’s, then all the pleasure is we

Stone smile

a poem by Rita Malhotra Dr

The riverside rock
Bemoans its mute existence
Dry days lie in tatters
Uncertainty lurks behind
Iron-black nights

Through deep shadows
In its eyes
The stone watches
The riverbank come to life
As lovers nestle
In the shelter of darkness
Between walls of the winds

Burbling waters wind their way
Past the mute riverside stone
Touching teasing
Sometimes mocking

Time arrives, beckons, summons
In a momentary lapse of reason
The stone uproots itself
To embark upon
Its course of destiny
Obliging time

Forging desires, it races ahead
In search of new land
Where stones too can smile

Living for that day

a poem by Anurag Barman

Living for that day
When the world will be mine,
Not like today,
Being like a drudge.

Living for that day
When I will be free
From all pain and tensity
Which I embrace today.

Living for that day
When people will listen to me
Instead of hearing them
Recognising my worth.

Although it seems futile
And tends to put an end,
Still kept awake by wit
Just to live for that day.

The ticking cursor

a poem by Anuja Pandey

The ticking cursor irritates me, as if it’s teasing me.
Teasing me, staring at me, as if it doesn’t give a ****.
I kept looking back at it, asking him to shut up.

But my brain shuts and heart opens, trying to write all the shit that just happened.
Why can’t my thoughts process slow, slower than my hand move,
Why can’t my hands move faster as if it’s my mobile keypad.

Write, write, write and what not to write,
What if someone reads,
I kept stopping myself, whenever I felt it is just my belief.

Belief to fall in love and rise again or just keep drowning to the deepest shit.
My heart knew what I felt but my hands kept moving totally extremes.
As if my hands could think, of those unsaid flings.

Cruel to Life

a poem by Amshudharsai K

Felt jealous when other smiles hit me
Not only as guardian but also from off spring
Darkness was not my unhappy
But it is my lonely being

My sis and bro are my caffeine
They chat, chill and make love
Passed every dark in hope of light
But left with only watery eyes

Met with my delights
Had gone through a play
Which turned me to be humble
Known the sense of pride in divine nature

Was like sarrogacy
Borrowed happiness from other cuteness

The most usual thing

a poem by shyam_sundar_g

The next easiest thing
Will be the previous one
The done and dusted
With a blue print
Of how it will pan out

The next toughest thing
Will be the yet-to-occur
The unknown and uncertain
Can’t have a sneak peek
Of what will it be

The next interesting thing
Is the happening one
Runs without a halt
Right in the middle
Thinking of the other two


a poem by Aditya

Bellicose ten heads–
ten tops of a mountain dark,
shatter, thou lives to shreds
as a wrath apocalyptic stark.

Raavan with a whoop
trampled the troop
of robust apes and mighty bears.

Undaunted Sun-Scion,
dashed! Slaying despairs

Swift, infallible, arrows divine
devour demonic grisly gore
‘Mercy! Mercy!’ myriads pine,
skulls depraved, clog ashore.

Aflame, agile
arrow- missile
upon a chariot Raghu-nayak cast

Demon- debacle!
Raavan ramshackle,
stumbled to floor fore a blast!

Tyrant Ten heads
Ram beheads!
Pares Dashanan‘s arms a score!

all in vain,
arms, skulls slain
Revive! aloud, the demons roar.

Again, again Raghu–nayak strives
again, again Raavan revives!

Lord of Lords, ineffable Ram
treasure trove of bliss and charm,
tussles! as a man, manifest
puts Vibhishan’s creed to test

Anguished, Raghunath grimaced.
beheld Vibhishan, Ram in plight
unto God the devotee raced
Shankar mulls – “What a Sight!”

“At stomach-knob O’ Ram thou aim
dwells elixir divine within
Ram the bolts agile, aflame!
Vanquish Ten abodes of Sin.”

The string of Time
bridging the ends of Nature’s arc
pulls cerulean being sublime
gainst the realm-demonic dark!

Bolts voracious serpentine
shattered Dashanan’s knob divine!
turned demonic heads to crumbs!
Fore Shri Ram, Raavan succumbs.

Rumbles the troop- Hail Shri Ram!
Shesh, Mahesh Bramha with Sam-

“Crown atop of locks unkempt
big lovable eyes that tempt
long lithe limbs leonine
who wields a dazzling bow divine

Frame cerulean smeared with gore
who slayed the mighty brutes of yore.

‘Tis Ram! Whom Shruti eulogized,
Primeval, Brahm personified.

Emotional hunt of crush

a poem by Amshudharsai K

My dumb Beauvoir had suggested me not to be known
You pulled me towards you
Your glorious cheeks and childish smile like glaciers sliding
Spat me to extroversion

Jaan what’s my mistake
I walked the way you like
I dreamt the position of your dearest

My anger on you mean the love
But not the filter to not let you in

If kick back is your answer
Then it may be a respect
But it can’t be a resolution to my emotional hygiene

I can’t drive you to my love
I can’t let you to hate me

I can turn your swings to the right
I can be the everything you want

I was the broken
I suffered by the moments you made

You had turned me to be the enrichment in social
You had turned me to be the dreams of my dears

I can’t near you
Without your consern

Please be the part of my feeling forever
This is not just my emotional hunt
This is a morphine to my pain

Sharpening Pencil

a poem by Sharad Rajimwale

I cut my finger while sharpening
the pencil

I must sharpen it.
They sharpen their daggers and swords
to spill unknown blood.

But we need pencils sharpened
to save life.

I cut my finger.

A drop of blood oozed out
on the white paper
slowly filling it with its own legend.

The Virtual World

a poem by Anurag Barman

Lost into yourself;
Exist another parallel world
Where only you exist
Leaving the real world behind.

A world without boundaries
And happenings to your instincts;
From past to future
Changes in tune with your will.

A place almost like a mirror
But everything is virtual
Where you can take the best form
And wishing it to be real.

Will it be fine?

a poem by Kanish .

You may be beyond my imagining,
I wanna make my dream
of your, in any mean.
Your fantasies, your desires.
May be out of reach.
In spite, I wanna it be of mine.
I’ll fulfill. Will it be fine?

May have hesitation to say
You may counter my way
With trick ‘n’ play,
Will try to make,
you on mine track.
May feel imposing sometime.
I’ll negate. Will it be fine?

Always I’m there
When you’ll upset
Illogical jokes of mine
will try to flirt
and make you out.
Always ready,
with such foolish guts,
I’ll tease. Will it be fine?