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Rainfall tonight

a poem by Mirza Sharafat Hussain Beigh

Let me return to past, let me recall tonight
With me cries, each corner and wall tonight

What let flowers to slit throat in my garden
Who has invoked the curse to fall tonight

My screams have awoken people from sleep
Separation to be mourned in rainfall tonight?

He might be Abbas-e-Ali collecting tears
Mourners have sighted him tall tonight

Mirza, your phone is ringing since evening
Who told you to deny her call tonight?

Invaded Identity

a poem by Mirza Sharafat Hussain Beigh

I am me
Who said this?
So is my body
An invaded custody
Occupied by her
Thoughts and memories
Two sided glossaries
Not a reflection is mine
That would determine
My own identity
Out of my sanctity

I may be a string
Of any cacophonous Sitar
Where she creates
On my wounds
Riot of sounds
Without bounds

She is forever in my heart

a poem by Rajneesh Yadav

I used to sit in my room alone listening to songs we liked most
I used to sit in the corner of my room thinking when we met first
I used to lock myself in the dark room thinking how much I really miss her
I keep staring her photo, with tear in my eyes
I weep all day thinking how happy we were together
Whole night, I think of those promises which we made together
She can’t feel that how much I miss her
Her eyes, her voice, her dance and her touch
I tried to forget but my heart misses her too much
I miss that rainy day when we were struck in the thunder
I miss that place where we both used to wander
What can I say about that night
With her hands in my hands and we stared at the moon
Now I really miss that boon
My heart feels good whenever I see her in my way
My hearts still feels that she will retun in my life one day

Living in your Memory

a poem by Rajneesh Yadav

All night I keep staring at the ceiling alone
How can I explain, what I am feeling, since you have gone
Your memories are always in my mind
Which let me to live a life like blind
My mind tried to forget you
But my heart never dared to do so
I miss those moments we spent together
I miss that place we roamed together
I miss that day when for the first time you kissed me
I miss that moment when you gave your first hug to me
On bed, I dream only about you
I cuddle my pillow as if it is you
I always keep your photo with me
So that I can ask “what was my fault?”
It brings tears in my eyes
When I remember the moment you left me giving a taunt
Days are spent in your memories
But the nights are sleepless
My love for you has became endless
Living in your memories give me a lot of sorrow
But these are the only things which carries me to another tomorrow
My heart loved you and will always love you
He doesn’t want anyone in my life except you


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.

You and I

a poem by Anindya Ganguly

Balloons, toys and butterflies
Floated around our ferry of life

We were kids when we met
You were seven I was ten

Silly like always, I would cruise
Daily to your home, up in blues

We sapped a tree with love and care
The tree grew old as time got older

From kid-ling’s bliss to teens we grew
Held our hands as adolescence brew

The confused me sought your vow
And we married under the altar’s glow

The tree of life slowly aged
As we ripened our fondling dates

Trading with death, you left too soon
Musical of life was swoon to croon.

With the demise, I had nothing to thrive
Our memories faded and soon they dried.

I became senile and my condition bred
In age’s golden box called Alzheimer’s pledge

The tree soon withered all its golden leaves
As I slept in Peace smelling strawberries.

Be Alive

a poem by Priyanka Singhania

Yes Gujarat, here we are,
To add to the bling of the Western Star!
And to breathe a bit of the Western flower!

To be mesmerized with its hues and color!
To feel the Whiff of Gandhian valor.

To dance and merry in your Ghagra Choli
To relish your world Famous Fafra Jalebi!

To touch and feel NAMO’s Apno state,
A destination that changes business fate.

To see the Camels marching in the white Sands,
To witness the gorgeous Desert lands.

To dwell in the moonlight, and lazy in the tent,
Where peace and Jazz can together be felt.

To Dream about nothing with open eyes…
To re-visit my Life and answer all the Why’s!

To Bond with myself and Friends alike
To Create memories, and once again BE ALIVE!

The Photograph

a poem by Roshni Kharbanda

Sometimes a single smile in the photograph,
Can bring thousand memories back.
As I wipe away the dust from the old photograph,
I am overwhelmed with the flashback.
Even before the dust could fall off,
I relived each and every moment.
The glance which I could feel with my eyes,
Was shattered with the truth of today.
Every time I tried to regain myself,
All of the efforts just went in vain.
People truly say that they are going to stay with us for life and beyond,
But they forget to complete that it’s only true in the photograph.
The photograph is hung on the wall,
Both are still and strong.
Seeing the one glorifies my face,
And another make me relive those moments again.
And now the dove is far from my reach,
And not even the echo is heard.
As the dust clings on to the printed faces,
I wish I could find happiness and its traces.
The unspoken words know the pain of the creases,
The corners of my heart are still shaded by the color of greases.
Both reminds me of the past,
But unfortunately those days could no longer last.
A jerk in my brain is required,
To take care of the tenderness of the heart, this will open the doors latch.
The trice captured by the camera’s eye,
I don’t know why my vision cannot find that sigh.

Tethers of Memory

a poem by Pravin

I fled desperately from the caves of Memory
I plunged down the fathomless sea.
I swam hard down the surging waters
And struggled against the heaving waves
Hoping, ceaselessly hoping to outrun
The pounding feet of Memory.

I ran, swam to the shore’s sands
And stumbled over fallen rocks and logs.
I looked up at great gulls circling overhead,
Watched them spiraling down on my wearied body.
And yet again stove to beat
The pounding feet of Memory.

I slouched, cringed and wriggled my limbs
Fanatically along the desert sands.
Hot sizzling sands parching
My brown ruddy crimson hands.
My sweat vanished in a cloudless smoke
My body ached asking for no more
Of this tortuous eternal flight.

Just then I heard the wings overhead.
Huge black brawny vultures descending
Pecking at my bloodied scalp
Whence dripping blood and sweat alike.
I saw hordes of crooked claws and ravenous beaks
Chiding my soles to flee again.
And then, I heard and saw
In the madly gyrating wings,
The pounding feet of Memory.

I wearily lifted my senseless shell
And dropped down yet again
This time never to rise as well.
I shut my eyes and squirmed
And felt the creepy talons tear
At the dead inert mind of mine.
I lost the feeling of life
And the necessity of living.
I dropped into a word of paralysis
And subdued maddening silence;
I drifted into its widening wake.
But yet again I heard and hated
The pounding feet of Memory.

Madly thudding and swaying
And suddenly all at once still.
I realized and deciphered
The logic of this lull.
The chase, the quest was over!
So stood the halted feet of Memory
Pointing wickedly and roaring haughtily
At the hollow sunken victim; Me
Who tried to elude, escape
The clutches of His omnipresent tentacles.

Then, He bellowed majestically,
“Oh! Poor vain captive, thou hast
Tied to abandon my Web
And sought to free your mind.
But I pervade everywhere.
Surrender your futile instincts to my Bind.

I cried, I wouldn’t believe Him
But He laughed and mocked my plea.
Villainous contraption my mind was
For inexplicably it accepted His pillar of Professory
With joyous tumult and ascending glee!
I sat aghast and stumped at
My mind’s beastly betrayal.

I raved and screamed in alarm
Never relenting my passionate agony.
But then Memory thundered,
“Do be docile and suppress your
Meaningless whimper,
Subjugate your blundering passion.
Hark! Yield to my conquering power,
Listen to my protective counsel.
Man cannot obliterate me.
Me who have chosen to fuse
Strange constitution of thoughts.
Thoughts of devotion or desertion,
Of music or melancholy,
Of faithful friend or fuming foe,
Of darkness or deliverance”.

“Comprehend this Truth, my Child
Convey unto me your willing mind
And cease to seek removal of me
From the recesses of your cerebral blind”.
I still cried, I couldn’t believe Him.
But now He never mocked my plea.
Soothingly He caressed my weary brow
With His expansive motherly hands.
Whispered words of reassurance,
That I was indeed His son, His loving fetal Wand.

I gazed at His tender eyes
And cried still, since I now believed Him.
He wiped my tears and smiled
With His caring, compassionate gaze.
Villainous contraption my reverberating soul was!
It accepted Him, His pillar of Professory
With joyous tumult and ascending glee.


a poem by Swapna Gopinath

Fixed in a moment of agony
Of pain and shame and fear
Revisiting the moment
Regurgitating the vomit
Belonging to a sick soul
My body resists and recalls
To redeem myself is impossible
With breasts that’s grown fuller
With disturbed pangs of pleasure
The shame of his sin returns
Tormenting me, forcibly
Ageing skin and failing vision
Refuse to let go of the moment
Laughter clubs, yoga clinics
Myriad ways of escape
May be, a hand that feels the pain
Will fight the demons away… May be?

Your Memories

a poem by Sangeetha Mohan

In the depth of silence
I saw a flash of light
It was my dearest dear
Recollecting our past
He told me how much he loved me
Contemplating future
He told me how much he missed me
He took me into a room
I pierced in through the flock
To see his body lying dead
When I turned to him in complete bewilderment
He vanished with a smile
Leaving me to burn his lively incandescence.