When things go wrong as they sometimes will, it’s not always your fault.When you’re on your path but you feel disheartened and low, it’s not always your fault.When you sometimes feel dissatisfied and unhappy with yourselves, you might need to take a little break.But when that break gets longer, and […]
Poetry
Poetry
Verses of Yore
The moonlight shines over the slope of a distant mountain, Where once stood the gorgeous castle, Now, ruins cry to reveal the past. Dark clouds accumulate over the horizon, the wind sighs Lamentation wails behind the zenana; Colossal bastion veils the Truth which ruined it down It fears none save […]
A poem, Am I?
A poem, I am I reside in thy thoughts A culminated art, I am Born from the very chaos of thy mind An electric form, I am With emotions dying to be inked A silent scream, I am Echoing within the ramparts of thy castle A question, I am With […]
तेरी हँसी चोरनी सी….
तेरी तो यादें ही मिश्री सी रूह तक में मिठास घोल जाती है, तेरी हँसी चोरनी सी, दिल मेरा लूट लिए जाती है। तेरा होना, मेरी जिंदगी को जिंदगी देता, धड़कने भी तेरे लिए बावरी हुई जाती है। तेरी नज़रे जो भर लेती मेरी आंखों को पलकों में, दोनो मिल […]
I Want You to Read Me
But, if my rhymings hit your blissful eye, must I thank you or apologize? ~Caleb Delos-Santos USA
A Polluted Swing
Her mermaid’s hair floating all up in the air Her tiny legs drawing unparalleled brown eggs Her strong hands clutching the parallel bands Her yellow t-shirt covered in footpath dirt Her black pants sandy as deserted cactus plants Her happy teeth wrapping up all the dearth that is beneath, Stimulating […]
नन्हा बादल
बादल का एक टुकड़ा मेरी खिड़की से अंदर आया नन्हा-सा, मासूम, खोया-सा। “मुझे बचा लो बाहर परेशानियाँ हैं- धुआँ, गर्द, जलाता ताप मैं कहाँ जाऊँ माँ?” “आ छुपा लूँ तुझे गोद में अपनी,” मेरी ममता बोली, और वो समा गया मुझमें पानी बनकर.. ~Shreya Verma Rodricks Hyderabad, India
Three Little Birdies
The early breeze is crisp, The new summer morning is bright. The farmers return to their fields, Amidst all, a morbid death knell chimes. In a tree, in the woods, […]
What Makes Me?
Things that I’m learning from Things that I’m running from Things that catch me Things that fling me Things that whizz me past. ~Ananya Sarkar India
Summer Sermon
Summer trampled on flowers brutally, Parched sun-distilled greenery and drank it. Awful scavengers died of thirst for blood. That is the story of our sun in the system, Blessing us with its stroke and fire sermon. […]