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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.

Your World

a poem by

Patricia Dsouza

Take me into your world,
Where deepest pain is all curled!

All that appears from out of the mist,
Even as you resist.

Gentle hearts too fear.
But I will never fail of my purpose here.

Walking with eyes closed!

a poem by

Prakriti Shankar Shetty

A rustle of leaves here,
A swish of twigs there,
An ominous rumble of thunder,
Making me wonder if it was a blunder,
Walking with eyes closed,
For before my eyes the blackness posed…

The slither of a snake,
Which had me shake,
The roar of a lion, the grunt of a bear,
As if to scare…
Making me wonder if it was a blunder,
Walking with eyes closed,
For before my eyes the blackness posed…

Suddenly, blinding light flashed,
As a falling bough crashed,
As I opened my Inner eye,
To what I had thought was a lie,
For the darkest of minds had a golden ray of hope;
For walking with eyes closed,
Was no bar to the light enclosed!

Weather Blues

a poem by

Devaki Purohit

The weather is just right
Overcast clouds, windy weather
Approaching rains
And the smell! Ah the smell
But you are not here
You’ve never been here
Like a Chatak waits every year
Waits in patience for the rains to quench its thirst
I too wait
With eagerness but patience running out
A lot many monsoons, neigh too many seasons have passed
I haven’t got my place in the rains and under the Banyan tree
I haven’t got my winters with the warmth of your embrace
The summers are more arid with your absence
I haven’t got a my piece of earth – to be called rightfully mine
But I wait
I have hope
Hope not involving a shining armor
Neither of riches or laurels
But of an open mind, simple heart and an adventurous spirit
A spirit to align with mine
Not to overwhelm me but travel with me
On a journey to nowhere and everywhere
I hope
I hope you too are wandering through life like me
Waiting for a serendipitous moment
Waiting for me
To dance in the rain
And sing with the wind
We wait
We hope
For each other

Rain

a poem by

Nikki

Falling from the sky carelessly,
teasing me of the infinite freedom they have,
Falling into my cage onto my stiff skin
Leaving promises of freedom that I do not have,
Behaving like a secret potion.
Compelling me to drink it to be free!
Making me feel how infinite they feel.

But then a Loud lightening struck.
Awakening me!
I looked down and realised that their fate is no better,
that everything in this world comes with a price!
That these silver droplets are now mixed into mud,
going down the drain.
And so, I slowly went to sleep again,
with hope on my mind,
cause only after a dark, cold night do you see a beautiful, warm sunrise.