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The Stream of life

a poem by Vidya Vijay

Life is a like a sturdy stream,
And with it flows our wavy dreams.
The Stream will rumble,
And the stream may grumble.
But we should never, dare to tumble.

The flowing stream, may tend to slow,
That’s when our mighty wind should blow.
Sailing fast or sailing slow,
We must never forget to row.

By now we’ve crossed all the bends.
Followed trends, and lost our friends.
But all of this we must amend,
As our flowing stream, it has an end.

It was that smile

a poem by Anuja Pandey

It all started with a smile
I thought you meant it for someone else,
Thinking who can ever like me.

Well, I know I look odd with those chubby cheeks and these specs on.
But did it ever stop you,
I kept ignoring the fact that it is me.
It was always me, but it never click me.

And we went on this way, till that day.
There you were in front of me, waving at me, even with no space for air to pass by

Do you even know, I always wanted this, wanted us to let go,
Let go of all the emotions, emotions that crosses by.

I wish I could have hold my breath and asked you your name,
Because you always knew mine.

Paper Clip

a poem by Sonali Shome

Content, is what I feel
Holding in my arms every layer of yours

I know I’m barely there
To gather all that you offer
But be sure that I am giving my everything
To be with you

The thick and thins I don’t mind
They just test my grip
You know I’ll twist my ways
To embrace you and your kins

For the world will have reasons
Both natural and human
To take you to the top when need be
And put in a murky place the very next day

But don’t you slip away my dear
When its windy outside
And never say goodbye when summoned
Cause you’ll be back soon, I know

My arms will have you back
Not caring for the creases you’ve endured

Paper clip

Mother

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 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.

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.

Heaven, hear me out please!

a poem by Syethemba_Dizzmar Thwala

I don’t want to keep on crying
And ask myself what are doing
And why you keep on hurting me
Because I can’t fight back

And you won’t even bring them back
Because of you, they lashed out
And left me with thousands of questions
God why are doing this to me
Why do I have to go through these things

Do you feel happy when you see my sorrows?
Firstly, you took my dad from me
When he has planned my tomorrow
Now my life is in dark and now I can’t see
The future in front of me

And to you dad wherever you are
Please know that your words are still playing in my mind
That I have to build you a big house near your kraal
When I finish school and start working
But for now please know that I’m still blind

Because my life is still in the eyes of a world like a rally
But I can vow to you that I will still push
And I will do all in my power to find a way
Of fulfilling the promise I made one day

But Lord what wrong have I really done
You didn’t take dad only but even my mom
And my cousin, and now I can’t even call
Them because they are no longer with me physically
But spiritually they are still with me

Tell them that I miss them
Please deliver my kiss to them
And tell them that I miss them
Even though I’m heart broken
Because you took all my joy

And now I see that I’m talking to myself because you avoid me
I need someone to touch me
Make me not miss them this much
Heaven hear me out please
Before my heart catches flue and freeze

Life of a Struggler

a poem by Subhadeep .

Never I was bad in academic,
My boards were too fantastic.
Destiny changed, in a college I took admission,
Then Lady Luck threw me into worst condition.

Long ago, I graduated and my struggle days started,
Gradually, I am getting more broken-hearted,
Wandered hither and thither, knocked every door,
Achieved failure which I never expected before.

Many ridiculed, as my career almost ruined,
Some friends went away as the blowing wind.
Dad supported as well as my mom,
Someone held my hands in that fiery storm.

I am frustrated rather than sad,
Frankly speaking, my condition is very bad.
Acquaintance thinks I am suffering deeply from alcoholism,
But my mind is full of various negativism.

Hope one day all these tensions will go,
Like a cold wind over my hair, it will blow.
To achieve my dreams, still I have to strive,
Pray to God, till then I remain alive.

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.

Life

a poem by Smitha .

Life is a long journey
Life is a true story
Life is an unending mystery
Life is a handful of mud…
Journey that shortens when you walk
Story experienced when you live it
Mystery till you solve it
Mud after the last journey…
After you are no more…

Dark secrets

a poem by Aliza Fatima Naqvi

There is so much to tell
I can’t describe it all
Bit at least I can make clear
The worst of all
I have been through a lot
My heart says end it all
But my soul says there’s always another dawn
Again, I am standing here alone
Thinking about then and now
Maybe I should let it go
Or maybe I should run
I am tired of it all
I am tired of every feeling
I don’t want to feel anymore
Want to lay down silent forever
See through the two worlds
My voice is unheard
My heart bleeds on this scene
I am hushed by the hypocrites
I don’t have to say more
Or maybe I can’t describe

The Internet Saga

a poem by Prachi Bohra

It’s sad how life is limited to screens
Struggling to create an identity at an elusive platform
We chat with walls, post on screens, use our fingers more than our heads
Becoming obsessed with ourselves,
We forget the world we are living in,
Trying to find an escape in the deep web of virtual world
Imagine how would it be if suddenly one day the internet vanishes
We’ll again write letters, meet people, CONNECT in the real sense,
Have that human touch!
Bring back that long lost sense of belonging
Of love and accepting our imperfections
Imagine how would it be if one day the internet vanishes,
We’ll begin to FEEL again!

Sandstorms

a poem by Bipul Banerjee

In pursuit of eternal happiness
The heart wanders across
Silvery glares of seamless deserts
Every mile traveled
Add miles of miraged disillusions
Scorching sun displays its wrath
Blistering drops of sweat
Created and dried again
Leaving cracked odors of
Clinging destitution
A whirlwind,
A sandstorm
Threatens to offload
The uncanny efforts
Solitude sought in desperate resorts
Where the sand, the storm, the whirlwind
All seek rest
Allowing the journey to destination

Illumination

a poem by Bipul Banerjee

Journey through metamorphosis has left me spell bound,
Evolution materialistically has been a constant hound!

Unending race with and against time,
Gravity had shifted from what was prime!

Cages around me changed shapes and sizes,
Garments wrapped in accordance to prizes!

Layer after layer buried all illumination into ‘dusk’
Reality lost to virtual, perfumes covered by musk!

Hurt, pitied, Healed and nursed,
Everything so shallow but thought well-versed!

Intoxicated and high with love, once tumbled deep into self,
Deeper the excavation, faster the realization that remained (so far) on shelf!

Breaking free from self imposed shackles of emotions,
Soul settles at ‘dusk’, the cages, the garments, the layers… vanish, banish all notions!

The ‘dusk’ stands illuminated from all myths and erosion,
Immunity towards all ‘hurts’ without confusion!

Assaults have been on the garment ed cage,
Blood runs from the buried layers of rage!

‘Dusk’ is pure as it used to be,
Pity the souls unable to lead,
The book is open for all to read,
Literature is sublime, illiteracy the only crime which has nothing but guilt to plead!

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!!