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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

What my heart says

a poem by Aditya Sharma

Follow it and you will achieve great;
Have to know first what it says, to follow;
Confused itself, know not what to say;
Whisper sometimes, says something.

Take this path, fly in your own direction;
Fly hard, do not rest;
Desire in eyes, will get there if got passion.

Passion, yes! Passion or wish, what it is?
But wait, you tell me that, loud and clear;
And he whispers sometimes, says something.

Not clear in foggy mind, stumbles upon that;
Take that path, hit the fortune;
Paint other side of yours,
With the picture in me you desire.

Wandering now, nothing is clear;
Clear is this, that I am lost;
Lost in thoughts like a dot;
A dot that is lost in middle of a line;
Each and everyone followed by millions of dots lost in each other.

Hope I soon find that dot he agrees with;
Which will lead me to my next curvy line;
With charming turns and life that fulfill my wish;
Wish or passion, know not what it is!
And he whispers sometimes, says something.

Dreams

a poem by Sreelakshmi K R

In between the past that are being yesterdays
And the future that carries the burden of hope,
I sewed the truth of present.
I knew earlier that this would happen.
The dreariness realized during the day.
The restlessness realized during the night.
Unexplained! You filled the cosmos.
Even if there are many colors,
For my fiery love,
For my revolutionary vigor and
For the blood I scattered,
You gave red gulmohars.
And in the glimpse of that memory, I live.
For my uncharted wanderings,
There is no beginning and end without you.
In the parade of failures; I, me, myself being the truth,
I’m once again searching for the enigma that you are.

The Burn Marks!

a poem by Bikash Bhandary Chetry

The burn marks;
Of hardwork and honesty,
Of passion and prejudice,

The burn marks;
Of determination and dreams,
Of struggle and subjugation,

The burn marks;
Of opportunities and oppression,
Of waiting and wars,

The burn marks;
Of commitment and coercion,
Of courage and complaints,

The burn marks;
Of capitalism and competition,
Of governance and goondaism,

The burn marks,
The burn marks…
Testimony of truth!!!

A Saga of Success

a poem by Himadri Sharma

Life wants you to believe,
You were born to achieve.

When your journey begins,
Don’t forget to grin,
Sooner or later you will win.

Life is not a race,
Stride ahead at your own pace.
A dash of passion on your face,
Work hard as you step up your chase,
When You grow with grace,
Excellence is what you will ace.

Your dreams reside high up in sky,
The stars shine bright as you lay by,
The almighty above wishes you to fly.

Carry your passion up your sleeve,
A saga of success is what you will weave!!

Futile

a poem by Sunil Rajagopal

I did not wait for such a morning
whose dawn the darkness stole;
Burning with lies and yearning,
Truths, bitter and never whole.

I did not wish for such a night
watched by empty grey skies;
Even fancy dare not take flight,
this world is but shadow and guise.

I did not seek such hefty dreams,
Enough to sink this trivial life;
Like the sun caught in streams,
blown to bits by a breezy knife.

For none of this did I ever ask-
Only, a veil to shelter under,
Only, a beacon in the dark,
Only, to be filled by wonder.

A Dream

a poem by Vijaynath

The shore was bare like a torn piece of rug thrown in
deafening silence filled over it, covered by a blanket of fog
The sea, frightened, frustrated and surrendered
The waves continued to nudge the shore to help

A pale moon watched, bewildered, up above
The halo deepening the numbness below
Few unknown birds flew around aimlessly
spurting out some gibberish as if mocking the waves

The expanse of the sea defiantly lay there
looking up at the sky as if in surrender and expectation
The foamy waves trying to cover its nakedness in vain
and the moon looked down uninterested
Few stars came out of their hiding to watch the scene below
and looked down in amusement, blinking their eyes

The whole scenario like the last part of a play, enacted
in silence, except the occasional exclamation of the birds
hovering around like a predator waiting for the kill continued

The moon watched the ritual below, without amusement
The spread of the ocean lying, waiting and heaving a sigh
The waves impatiently struggling to wake up the shore
The birds circling above, chuckling in amusement
and the patch of the sand like a carpet laid out for some ritual to begin
like a Scene from a dream…

Weather Blues II

a poem by Devaki Purohit

Tis is the weather for lovers
Of surreptitious glances
Hasty meetings
And secret dreams

Tis the weather for hot corn by the roadside
Of shared tea and much more
Two pairs of happy eyes dancing in the rain

Tis the weather for lovebirds
Hands lingering, lips quivering
Hearts leaping, dreaming of heaven on earth

Tis the weather for monsoon love
Drenched clothes and treacherous umbrellas
But not more than the pounding heart –
Drenched in mad passion and sinful desires

Tis the weather for togetherness
Of wild spirits and unconditional love
Of promises made and trust kindled

Tis indeed the weather to all the hues in a mundane day
To seek meaning where none exists
To be kinder than kindness itself
To be engulfed in the warmth and spread it further
And to finally be at home with someone!

Fault in my stars

a poem by Aman Arora

In the midst of the night when the dark is sky
I look at the stars and feel shy.

The cause of that is I love a butterfly
And when I see her my heart cry out oh my… oh my!

She is cute and way too sweet
After looking her I can’t stand on my feet.

Is this love I do sometimes wonder
And then God replied yes with a thunder

Just like the drops of the rain
She hijacked my heart and my brain.

I always think is she really made for me?
I dint want my love to become a banyan tree

She is an angel who came from Mars
But sadly there are always faults in my stars