Indian Periodical

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

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, […]

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 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.                             […]

आदमी को प्रतिदिन आयने मेंअपना चेहरा देखने के अलावाकभी कभीउसे पढ़ना अवश्य चाहिए,परन्तु वह प्रायःऐसा करने से डरता हैघबराता है, क्योंकिवास्तविकता से सभी डरते हैंकैसे सामना करें अपने ‘स्वयं’ सेजो अपने ही मानदण्डों परखरा नहीं उतर पाताकभी कभी तो रूह कांप उठती हैआदमी घबराया है तोअपनी कटु वास्तविकता से,डर छुपाने […]

If you are not in my life Who would care about my father as a wife? If God had not created you No one would be born in this earth without you.                                     […]

A few confused cries and a good deal of tumult makes my chin sway between shoulders like a main sail in stormy weather                              Hastening steps into a half jog I skip a few heartbeats not out […]

A writer of grief is waiting for you in the Garden of my somber heart. Who went mad in your love O laila. I am caroling and crooning for you in the garden of my splintered life. where I am bedecking the garden in my life for you to come. […]