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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!!

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.

I let the firefly go

a poem by

Sunil Rajagopal

When days grew too bleak and stark,
I clad my world in velvet night.
I kept walking, led by my lamp;
through paths unseen, but not alone.
This steady lamp, it showed me the way
when the moon and stars fell asleep.
The lamp was dear, my only warmth
when all around was cold and dank.
Then I saw the little firefly,
a fallen star gleaming on grass.
Shimmering green and molten gold,
in its allure I stayed awhile.
Dreams I now saw in fair lamplight,
my world I dreamt in fairy glow.
Kissed by magic, I hid that spark
in a glass jar and held it close.
Then I knew that beside my lamp,
the flickering flame would not burn.
The lamp is mine, it shines for me;
it gives light where my feet take me.
My fond star, it shines for the world;
its spry light, but transient charm.
Needing to see, wanting to dream,
I broke my jar and let fire fly.
But this is no end, cannot stop
shadowing incandescent trails.
I must take the arduous road,
a lamp in hand to safely bear.
I must take the arduous road,
a firefly to shelter and care.
I must take the arduous road,
to a place of perpetual light.

Beyond

a poem by

Sunil Rajagopal

It is very strange
that we fear old death
and his sister change,
until our last breath.
Nothing is ordained
but the dire siblings;
they are not the end,
just new beginnings.
When rivers change course,
it is not the end
of their ebb; their force
heals beyond the bend.
We may feed the earth
when we are all gone,
forests may take birth,
birds may find new dawn.

How?

a poem by

Pravin

You were wet from the dew
And provocative.
I didn’t feel you until you were
Trembling along with me.

How did I yearn for you!
Count the seconds when you weren’t there!
While you cherished other bodies,
Other un-shaven chins, other warmth.

How much did I carry the mildew perfume
Of your hair in my nostrils!
While you trod on my dreams
With high-heeled bitchery.

How long did my ears resonate
With your tinny laughter!
While I gazed into the drab walls
Of my pent-up cubicle
Thrashing deadlines and fidgety.

Now you say the words I’d always dreamt of!
As I reach for the weathered wallet.
‘How’, you ask, ‘it’s possible for Love’s richness
To fade, to cease?’ as you gather
Your trailing hose and smear on lip gloss.

How can I ever accept?
When you just sold yourself again.

Life…

a poem by

Sidharth Passi

The pages of life unfold,
Speak up a story so far untold,
Its a serious, engrossing, unpredictable saga,
Sometimes warm sometimes cold.

I congratulate myself, I’m tolerating,
The dosage…
of this hostage drama – captivating, encapsulating,
At times it settles at others aggravating.

Sometimes I feel enough is said,
So much of it I have already read,
Not fully a black and white script though,
Lots to be deciphered between A and Z.

To reach the nth, I’m going with the flow,
Sometimes with a pat, sometimes with a blow,
Un-ceased, even though if un-eased the show must go on,
At any pace- fast or slow.

Finally, the geography where I reach, will create history,
Trivial or monumental will have to see,
Weathered seasoned, ripened at last,
Sure with all seasons on my resume I will become an experienced old tree.

The Sublimity of Life

a poem by

Bolloju Baba

The first cloud that skims along
The last whiff of summer breeze
Leaves an impression of verdurous kiss
On earth’s parching lips.

The cold wind that comes riding
Over the last drop of rain
Passes off… blessing each body
With an encounter of warmth.

The Summer born
In the ultimate moments of Winter
Recedes throwing a fistful of jasmines on adults
And a chestful of memories to children.

Novelty of life and the tapering of death
Shall always fine tune
The music of Life.

Love always
Enlivens the passages of Life
With its fragrances.

What a sublime life it is
When we humbly subject to Time or Love
And surrender our Being and our Existence!!!

(Bolloju Baba – Translated from Telugu by Sri. N.S. Murthy)