Decaying seed- Swati Gupta

A wrapped soul under the cover of society,

Asking numerous questions alternative to their enmity,

Nice to be taught, the word freedom,

Scare to abey, for them the freedom is only...seldom.

Soul tries to intervene a lot of times,

Gives me a break please for sometime,

Neither to talk, neither to walk,

I'm not a puppet, listen to me once, oh folk.

Everyday my heart goes away running,

Eyes are teared, why everything is ruining,

Comes there a mere thought of hope,

Puts a break on my longing emotions,

They make a ray for my upcoming situations.

Done with the crap of kindness,

All are fake masking their cunningness,

Cruelty being only their way to lead,

Not a word, just a tear of decaying seed...

Udeek (ਉਡੀਕ)- Mannat Bhatia

ਤੂੰ ਕਿਹਾ ਮੈ ਮੁੜ ਵਾਪਸ ਆਵਾਂਗਾ,

ਤੂੰ ਕਿਹਾ ਮੈ ਮੁੜ ਵਾਪਸ ਆਵਾਂਗਾ,

ਮੈਂ ਵੀ ਅੱਗੋਂ ਕਹਿਤਾ ਕੀ ਤੇਰਾ ਇੰਤਜ਼ਾਰ ਕਰਾ ਗੀ,

ਜਿਵੇਂ ਸ਼ਰਾਬੀ ਨੂੰ ਪੀਣ ਦੀ ਲੱਤ

ਓਹਦਾ ਤੇਰੇ ਆਉਣ ਦੀ ਉਡੀਕ ਕਰਾ ਗੀ।

ਦੁਨੀਆਂ ਦੀ ਨਜ਼ਰ ਚ ਕਮਲੀ ਬਣ ਗਈ ਯਾਰਾ,

ਤੇਰੇ ਬਿਨਾ ਮੈ ਕੱਲੀ ਹੋ ਗਈ ਯਾਰਾ,

ਮੈਂ ਤੈਨੂੰ ਕਿਹਾ ਸੀ ਤੇਰੇ ਲਈ ਮੈ ਜਾਨ ਵੀ ਦੇਦਾ,

ਤੇ ਤੂੰ ਸਚਿਓ ਮੇਰੀ ਜਾਨ ਲੈ ਗਿਆ ।

ਜਾਣਦਾ ਜਾਣਦਾ ਇਹ ਤਾ ਦੱਸ ਜਾਂਦਾ

ਕੀ ਮੇਰਾ ਕਸੂਰ ਕਿ ਸੀ,

ਜੋ ਆਖਰੀ ਵਾਰੀ ਮੈਂ ਤੈਨੂੰ ਤੇਰੀ ਚਿਤਾ ਤੇ ਵੇਖਣਾ ਸੀ ।

ਇਸ ਦੁਨੀਆਂ ਦੇ ਰੌਲੀਆਂ ਚ ਕੱਲਾ ਛੱਡ ਗਇਆ ਯਾਰਾ,

ਸਾਨੂੰ ਸਾਰੀ ਉਮਰ ਦਾ ਦਰਦ ਦੇ ਗਿਆ ਯਾਰਾ

ਮਨਿਆ ਤੈਨੂੰ ਤੇਰਾ ਦੇਸ਼ ਸਬ ਤੋਂ ਪਿਆਰਾ ਸੀ,

ਪਰ ਮੇਰੇ ਜੀਣ ਦਾ ਤੂੰ ਕੱਲਾ ਹੀ ਸਹਾਰਾ ਸੀ ।

ਮੇਰੇ ਹਾਸਿਆਂ ਦਾ ਤੂੰ ਰਾਹ ਸੀ ,

ਮੇਰੇ ਸ਼ਰੀਰ ਚ ਵਸਦੇ ਹੋਏ ਤੂੰ ਸਾਹ ਸੀ ।

ਕਿਥੇ ਨਾ ਕਿਥੇ ਪਤਾ ਸੀ ਇਹ ਦਿਨ ਆਊਗਾ,

ਫੌਜੀ ਮੇਰਾ ਸਰਹਦ ਤੇ ਬੈਠਾ ਜਿਹੜਾ

ਇਕ ਦਿਨ ਆਪਣੇ ਦੇਸ਼ ਲਈ ਸ਼ਹੀਦ ਹੋ ਜਾਊਗਾ ।

ਤਿਰੰਗਾ ਲਹਿਰਾਂਦਾ ਵੇਖਣਾ ਜਿੱਦਾ ਸੁਫਨਾਂ ਸੀ,

ਉਸੇ ਤਿਰੰਗੇ ਚ ਲਿਪਟ ਕੇ ਓਹਨੇ ਆਉਣਾ ਸੀ ।

ਪਾਵੇ ਸਾਡਾ ਸਾਥ ਰਿਹਾ ਥੋੜਾ ਨੀ ,

ਕਹਾਣੀਆਂ ਵਾਂਗ ਸਾਡਾ ਪਿਆਰ ਵੀ ਰਿਹਾ ਅਧੂਰਾ ਨੀ,

ਪਰ ਫਿਰ ਵੀ ਹਰ ਜਨਮ ਚ ਪਾਉਣਾ ਮੈਂ ਤੇਰੇ ਨਾਂ ਦਾ ਚੂੜਾ ਹੀ।

ਚਲ ਐੱਸ ਜਨਮ ਚ ਤਾਂ ਨਹੀਂ,

ਹੁਣ ਅਗਲੇ ਜਨਮ ਚ ਮਿਲਾ ਗੇਹ,

ਆਪਣੀ ਦੁਨੀਆਂ ਫਿਰ ਵਸਾਵਾਂ ਗੇਹ ,

ਪਾਵੇ ਫਿਰ ਤੋਂ ਬਣ ਜੀ ਐੱਸ ਦੇਸ਼ ਦਾ ਸਿਪਾਹੀ ,

ਤੇਰੇ ਕਦਮ ਨਾਲ ਕਦਮ ਨਿਭਾਵਾਂ ਗੀ,

ਮੈਂ ਤੇਰਾ ਇੰਤਜ਼ਾਰ ਕਰਾ ਗੀ।

बंजर- Ravina Chandak

सीना टूटा जा रहा है, इस बंजर से आसमान में गहराती शिकायतें भी अब थंब सी गई है एक दरिया था जीवन का अब पनघटे भी सूख रही है समय के स्वरूप से

सपने थे, शिकायतें थी, उम्मीदें थी और ज़िन्दगी जीने का इरादा सब बहे गए इस सैलाब में ना दुःखी होने का और ना ही सूखे होने का असर अब दर्द भी जम गया, सूखे खून की तरह

अब शुरू से शुरू करने की उम्मीदें भी मर गई है इस मन के फैसले भी संभल रहे है कोई फैसला लेने से यह दर्द और इस दर्द के इरादों में ना छाँव का और ना ही किसी किनारे का जिक्र

अब इस मन की गालियां में उबल रही बंजर सी परतें अब ना सुकून की चाह, ना ही सुख की चाह बस मन के उस किनारे का इंतज़ार जहाँ ना जीतने की तमन्ना, और ना ही हारने का गम

मन को इंतज़ार बस उस एकांत का जहाँ सांसे भी रुकती है, मौत के इंतज़ार में बिना सुख दुःख के फर्क में फंसे बस एक ज़िन्दगी, बस एक मौत, उसके बीच में कुछ हसीन पल

जो ज़िन्दगी की सड़क को जमीन भी देते हो और मौत से ज़िन्दगी की सच्चाई को जोड़ते है हर पल बिना किसी दर्पण के उन पलो में दर्द नहीं होता और ना ही क्रोध के क्षण

जहाँ ज़िन्दगी के खेत में सच भी ज़िंदा होता है, जहाँ मौत का खौफ भी नहीं होता और मन के मैल भी धुल जाते है बिना किसी कड़वाहट के ऐसी ज़िन्दगी एक हक़ीक़त और सपना भी होती है सिर्फ जीने वालो के लिए वरना दुख और दर्द के पहाड़ भी मौत से कम नहीं कच्चे मन और तन वालो के लिए

और मैं खड़ी हूँ इन्हीं किसी किनारों पर जहाँ दुःख एक हक़ीक़त है ज़िन्दगी की सच्चाई भी एक अमृत है और यह डगमगाता मन तड़प रहा है कि यह खौफ है या मन के कागज की बाते पर कुछ तो घटित हो रहा है, मन के पन्नों पर

यहाँ सवाल बहुत है, बुद्धि शून्य है और तड़प है सुलझने की अब नासमझी भी समझ आ रही है चल रही है, बसर रही है, ज़िन्दगी की पहेलियाँ इस तन के रेगिस्तान में कई सवालों से लदी है, इस मन की रैलियां ना घर का पता और ना ही कब्रिस्तान का

बस सांसे झूल रही है इन सुनसान सवालों की बेड़ियों में जहाँ ज़िन्दगी खुली किताब होकर भी तोहफे में कैद है, कभी मन में, कभी सांसो में, और कभी सवालों में यह बाड़ है, मेड़ है, मोड़ है या फिर मन का वहम पर अब सच में आईने से भी डर लग रहा है कही यह बांध टूट ना जाए संजोया है खुद को खुद के लिए ज़िंदा रखने की कोशिश में

जरूरत तो बहुत है सब्र, समझदार और सहनशील बनने की पर यह नादानी करना भी ज़िन्दगी का हिस्सा ही है कभी-कभी आँखें ढूंढती है, ज़िन्दगी के उन खम्भों को जहाँ कोई तो खुश होगा, ज़िन्दगी से जब-जब इन आँखों ने देखा, यह दुनिया सिर्फ बंजर ही नजर आई और अक्सर बंजर जमीन पर मेहनत के बीजों की सख्त जरूरत होती है

इस लम्बे दर्द की राहे से निकल भी जाऊँ और सुलझा लू अपने गम की पहेलियाँ लेकिन ना मन, ना तन, और ना ही यह इन्द्रियां तैयार अब यह मोहलते माँग रही समय में, समय से परे होकर मोहलते भरोसे की, यकीन की और संयम की

जहाँ मन के कागज पर पीड़ा सांसो से लिखी हो,बस लेते ही ख़त्म और उसका महत्व भी कम ना हुआ हो जहाँ मस्तिष्क भी सुलझ रहा हो तन को सुन रहा हो, धड़कन की तरह मन मिल रहा हो, सिर्फ मन की तरह

With worship and middle eye- Ziya Kumari

Beyond the Caged-Curtain,

awaits an unfolding world; for the

Mother and the Child.

The anticipation of an invited upcoming

creates a mirthful current;

together..with, tranquil currents.

When she touches the engraved flacon

of inherited fragrance; Soothing. Serene.

She smells it; intently

not a gaze, she could take in

with her Opaque eyes.

Howbeit, she sprays the scent

On wools; Yellow, White, Orange,

and Blue; like Skies.

Firm-Fingers carries works, of two,

and this equanimity gets wearying;

yet, uncovers the Door.

Cuddles the ‘Warm Tuque’ pieced with

Cherries and Sunflowers.

When they wittered and giggled

of her given aviary, She discerns scarcely;

She weaves Love. She weaves Life.

With worship and Middle-eye.

விடுதலை - Kalyani Uthayasurian

விடுதலை

அடிமை ஜனித்தன - பிறந்தது

விடுதலை முழக்கம்..

ஆணவம் மடிந்தன - பிறந்தது

விடுதலை முழக்கம்..

இரத்தம் பாய்ந்தன - பிறந்தது

விடுதலை முழக்கம்..

ஈர்ப்பு குறைந்தன - பிறந்தது

விடுதலை முழக்கம்..

உணர்வுகள் சிலிர்த்தன - பிறந்தது

விடுதலை முழக்கம்..

ஊமைகள் மொழிந்தன - பிறந்தது

விடுதலை முழக்கம்..

எழுத்துக்கள் ஒலித்தன - பிறந்தது

விடுதலை முழக்கம்..

ஏரணங்கள் வெடித்தன - பிறந்தது

விடுதலை முழக்கம்..

ஐயங்கள் ஒளிந்தன - பிறந்தது

விடுதலை முழக்கம்..

ஒற்றுமை நிறைந்தன - பிறந்தது

விடுதலை முழக்கம்..

ஓங்கிய திரள் மடிந்தன - பிறந்தது

விடுதலை முழக்கம்..

ஓளவியம் அழிந்தன - பிறந்தது

விடுதலை முழக்கம்..

எஃகுவாள் சீறின - பிறந்தது

விடுதலை முழக்கம்..

கரங்கள் கோர்த்தன - பிறந்தது

விடுதலை முழக்கம்..

கல்விகள் பரவின - பிறந்தது

விடுதலை முழக்கம்..

ஙாவரம் திரண்டன- பிறந்தது

விடுதலை முழக்கம்..

சத்தியம் சரிந்தன - பிறந்தது

விடுதலை முழக்கம்..

செங்குருதி வார்ந்தன - பிறந்தது

விடுதலை முழக்கம்..

சொற்றம்பு பாய்ந்தன - பிறந்தது

விடுதலை முழக்கம்..

ஞாயிறு சுடர்விட்டன - பிறந்தது

விடுதலை முழக்கம்..

டமாரங்கள் வெடித்தன- பிறந்தது

விடுதலை முழக்கம்..

தந்திரம் தோய்ந்தன - பிறந்தது

விடுதலை முழக்கம்..

தியாகம் ஜனித்தன - பிறந்தது

விடுதலை முழக்கம்..

துணிவு மீண்டன - பிறந்தது

விடுதலை முழக்கம்..

துரோகங்கள் சரிந்தன - பிறந்தது

விடுதலை முழக்கம்..

நற்பண்பு வென்றன- பிறந்தது

விடுதலை முழக்கம்..

பாதகம் பற்றியெறிதன - பிறந்தது

விடுதலை முழக்கம்..

மதங்கள் இணைந்தன - பிறந்தது

விடுதலை முழக்கம்..

மரபு உயிர்த்தன - பிறந்தது

விடுதலை முழக்கம்..

மாந்தர்கள் வெகுண்டன - பிறந்தது

விடுதலை முழக்கம்..

யாவரும் முழங்கின - பிறந்தது

விடுதலை முழக்கம்..

ரௌத்திரம் பெருகின - பிறந்தது

விடுதலை முழக்கம்..

லட்சியம் கூடின - பிறந்தது

விடுதலை முழக்கம்..

வர்ணங்கள் மறைந்தன - பிறந்தது

விடுதலை முழக்கம்..

வீரர்கள் மடிந்தன - பிறந்தது

விடுதலை முழக்கம்..

பிழைகள் தெளிந்தன - பிறந்தது

விடுதலை முழக்கம்..

சூள் உதித்தன - பிறந்தது

விடுதலை முழக்கம்..

மறம் மீண்டெழுந்தன - பிறந்தது

விடுதலை முழக்கம்..

கொடி பறந்தன - பிறந்தது

விடுதலை முழக்கம்..

பிறந்தது

விடுதலை முழக்கம்..

பிறந்தது

விடுதலை முழக்கம்..

யாருக்கு ? - பிறந்தது

விடுதலை முழக்கம்…

பிறந்தது

விடுதலை முழக்கம்..

வெஃகல் பரங்கியன் - பதறினான்

பாரதம் கண்டு

பிறந்தது விடுதலை..

யார் யாருக்கு

அளித்தது விடுதலை..

பரங்கியன் கொடுத்ததா ?

பஞ்சம் பிழைக்க

வந்தவன் கொடுத்ததா ?

கேட்டாலே கொக்கறிப்பாள்

தாய் பாரதம்..

விடுதலை - எமக்கு

விடுதலை தர

உம் ஙனம் பாரதம் அல்ல..

வெகுண்டாள் - தாய் பாரதம்

பதறுபவனுக்கு பாரதம்

சொந்தமில்லை..

பயந்தவனுக்கு பாரதம்

சொந்தமில்லை..

வஞ்சித்தவனுக்கு பாரதம்

சொந்தமில்லை..

வந்தோரை வாழ

வைக்கும் பாரதம்..

வாய்ப்பு அளித்தாள்

இருநூறு ஆண்டுகள்

வெள்ளையனுக்கோ - திருந்தும்

எண்ணமில்லை..

பிறந்தது விடுதலை

முழக்கம்..

பாரதத்திற்கு

கொடுக்கப்பட்டது அல்ல

விடுதலை..

பாரதம்

கொடுத்தது விடுதலை..

போராடித் தரப்பட்டது

அல்ல பாரத விடுதலை..

பெரியோர் குருதி சிந்தி

கொடுக்கப்பட்டது

அல்ல பாரத விடுதலை..

கொடுத்தது விடுதலை

தாய் பாரதம்...

அதுவே - எங்கள்

பாரத விடுதலை..

வெள்ளையன் தலை

தப்பித் தாயகம் திரும்பிட

வழங்கினாள் - விடுதலை

தாய் பாரதம்...

அதுவே - எங்கள்

பாரத விடுதலை..

அகிம்சை போர் புரிந்து

பெறப்பட்டது அல்ல

பாரத விடுதலை..

விரட்டியடிக்கப்பட்ட

அந்நியனுக்கு கொடுத்தது

விடுதலை

தாய் பாரதம்..

அதுவே - எங்கள்

பாரத விடுதலை..

ஓட்டம் எடுத்தான்

இரவோடு இரவாக..

ஆட்டம் போட்டார்கள்

பாரதக் குழந்தைகள்..

பாரே வியக்க..

வழங்கிய விடுதலைக்கு

கொண்டாடினாள்..

கொண்டாடுகிறாள் - இனியும்

கொண்டாடுவாள்..

தாய் பாரதம்..

அதுவே - எங்கள்

பாரத விடுதலை..

விடுதலை - துஷ்ட

அயலவர்களுக்கு

அளித்த விடுதலை..

அதுவே - எங்கள்

பாரத விடுதலை..

வேற்றுமையில் ஒற்றுமை

கண்ட - பாரதர்கள்

அளித்த விடுதலை..

அதுவே - எங்கள்

பாரத விடுதலை..

இமயம் முதல் குமரி

கொண்ட தாய் பாரதம்

அளித்த விடுதலை..

அதுவே - எங்கள்

பாரத விடுதலை..

இருள் சூழ்ந்த

கலங்கத்தால் - சித்தம்

கலங்கி நின்றாள்

பாரதம்..

வீழ்ந்ததாக எண்ணி

மமதை கொண்டாய்..

வீழ்த்தினாள் - உமக்கு

விடுதலை தந்து..

அதுவே - எங்கள்

பாரத விடுதலை..

ஆகஸ்ட் 15 1947

ஆம் ஆண்டில்

வெளுத்தது

வெள்ளையனின் கறை..

அவன் கறையில் இருந்து

எம் தாய்க்கு விடுதலை...

அதுவே - எங்கள்

பாரத விடுதலை..

துடைத்தெறியப்பட்டது

கசடுகள்..

காட்சியாக மிளிர்ந்தாள்..

பொன்னொளி தாயவள்

ஒளிர்ந்ததில் - தகதகத்தது

பாரதம்..

அதுவே - எங்கள்

பாரத விடுதலை..

அயலவர்கள் தம்

தாய் மடி சாய

வாழ்த்தி விடைக்

கொடுத்தாள் - விடுதலை

தாய் பாரதம்..

அதுவே - எங்கள்

பாரத விடுதலை..

கொடையன் கர்ணனை

ஈன்றவள் - எம் தாய்..

கொடுத்தவளின் ரேகை

மறைந்திருக்க கூடும்

கரம் ஏந்தத் தோன்றுமோ ?

வழங்கப்பட்ட விடுதலை

அல்ல - வழங்கிய விடுதலை

தாய் பாரதம்..

அதுவே - எங்கள்

பாரத விடுதலை..

போற்றுவோம் எந்நாளும்

நம் தியாக பூமி..!

மறவாமல் இருப்போம்..

நம் சரித்திர விடுதலை..!

வந்தே மாதரம் என்ற

விடுதலை முழக்கம்

எந்நாளும் முழங்குவோம்..

முழக்குவோம்..

வந்தே மாதரம்..!

வந்தே மாதரம்..!

THE RAIN 2018- ALEENA SHERIEF

Dazzling dawn with drizzling all around.

Much greener it looked-

as dirt and dust get pristine.

The falling droplets cuddling the earth,

Diffusing a magnificent smell.

The smell that flag off monsoon.

As days passing, it downpours everywhere.

The thirsty globe sipped it up-

Pleasantly filling the belly.

Her quenched thirst-

made the remaining stagnant.

We frolicked, as it seems like a pond.

Enjoyed fishing, swimming and sailing.

Lamentably, elation didn’t last longer.

The endless rain with no time-

Changed the pond into a lake.

Not knowing the boundaries, we panicked.

For us it was an epiphany.

The lakes, ponds and rivers-

overflowed with ecstasy.

Those days are gone, but still alive-

in the core of every single Keralite.

It rained unpredictably-

raising the water to highest capacity.

On that catastrophic night,

They were compelled to unbolt-

those shutters that withheld cataclysm.

The impounded water gushed out-

ferociously engulfing everything in deluge.

Beauteous homes with life and soul,

Drowned in water ruthlessly.

Some collapsed and some endured.

Those days are gone but not forgotten.

Joyous homes with love and laughter,

Abandoned with weeping hearts.

Hopeless mobs woefully moved-

To relief camps provided.

Some among were not ready to evict,

Soon got isolated with no hopes-

and the fear of departure.

Authorities lend a hand-

but not enough to save.

Soon hit the realization-

there are no saviors other than us.

Our hearts murmured,

“We are one and shortly we thrive”.

Boundaries of cast, creed and colour-

vanished into thin air.

With joined hands and caring hearts,

They came with motor boats-

evacuated many of us.

With immense love, they donated food and clothes.

Those days are gone but still recalled.

There came the crack of dawn-

with blazing rays of hope.

The rain perceived,

Together we are undefeatable, hence receded.

Our dwelling with dreams-

Now with clay and silt.

Many we lost, oneness we gained.

Together we stood, together we thrived-

together we resurrected and together-

we rebuilt our Kerala.

A magical but painful journey - Nikkita Dabas

I think you all know it took nine months to create beautiful you

But tell me beautiful you

Did this fact helped you to love you ?

If the answer is no

I hope at the end of this poem

You will say to yourself I love you .

First we were like a small seed and to show us this world she had to bleed .

Let's understand this magical but painful journey

So welcome everyone to this journey

No tickets and no fees

So join please

In this magical world all the mother's of this world are magicains

So please join this journey with all your devotion

It's first month of this magical but painful journey.

She is feeling tired,feeling bloated ,peeing more then usual and facing mood swings in this journey

But she managed all of this

And by the end of this

You are about the size of a grain.

To make you a little grain .

She endured a lot of pain

But you say "I hate myself "

Dear she endured a lot of pain

To create beautiful you

So beautiful you

Please say to yourself I love you.

It's 2nd month of this magical but painful journey.

She is still tired ,facing heartburn and now vomiting more then usual in this journey

But you say "why I am on this earth" ?

Dear to give you birth

She faced this much pain

So beautiful you

Please say to yourself

I love you

Now it's 3rd month of this magical but painful journey.

Now she is facing contractions which can be a sign of real or false labour

Pain .

That's what she is facing in this journey

But you say "I wanna end me ".

She was once a 11 year old kid when she got her first period.

From all those years she faced those painful periods .

Please pitty on that little girl .

Who faced blood rain and so much pain to create you

So beautiful you please say to yourself

I love you

Now it's 4th month of this magical but painful journey.

Now she is facing digestion problems ,shortness of breath or breating faster then usual ,she may feel dizzy or even faint in this journey

But you say "I can't do anything. "

Dear you are her everything

So beautiful you

Please say to yourself

I love you

Now it's 5th month of this magical but painful journey.

She is facing heartburn,leg cramps,swollen feet and many more problems in this journey

But still you say "I have no worth on this earth "

See how much pain she endured to give you birth on this earth .

So beautiful you Please say to yourself

I love you .

Now it's 6th month of this magical but painful journey

Now she is facing etching problem especially on her stomach as her skin stretches,feeling dizzy ,swollen legs and faced many more problems in this journey

But you say "I wanna end my life "

Dear daily her skin stretches to created beautiful you .

So beautiful you Please say to yourself I love you .

Now it's 7th month of this magical but painful journey.

As her belly expends she might also loose her ability to bend .

All those previous problems are still there like leg cramps ,dizziness ,heartburn and many more .

Buy what you do ?you ignore

And say "I am weak "

Tell me can a person who faced all these problems can be considered weak ?

If no then you are strong baby of a strong mother

So beautiful you Please say to yourself

I love you .

Now it's 8th month of this beautiful but painful journey.

All previous problems are still there in this journey.

As you are growing her uterus may press her stomach up against her lungs which can create problem in breathing

But you say "God why I am breathing "?

Beautiful you Please say to yourself

I love you

Now it's 9th month of this magical but painful journey

And we all know problems will be still there in this journey.

Now it's the time to give you a life .

So in this process she risks her life

A human body can endure 45 units of pain

But during labour Pain she can endure 57 units of pain equilant to 20 fractures at a time

So now don't waste your time and

See this is what she did to give you this life .

So please don't hate or waste this life .

She faced a lot of problems to give you this life .

So when you face any problem in this life

Don't say "I wanna end me "

Say "I wanna love me "

She struggled to give you a proper shape

And in this process of giving you a proper shape .

She lost her actual shape .

She slept uncomfortably so that you can sleep Comfortably In her belly .

Your peace and sleep matters a lot to her .

So dear don't allow someone to disturb your peace and sleep .

Your creator didn't get it so cheep .

She suffered and paid a lot to protect your peace and sleep

So beautiful you Please say to yourself

I love you

Because she loved you

She loves you

And she will always love you .

Forever and ever

PERPLEXED- Priyanjana Subba

As we slowly gravitate towards the end of life

Sneaking and peeking through the divine souls

An impression we create as we move ahead

Smiling and smirking through the tides of time

Heaven's gate we all proclaim

Unbeknownst to the maze ahead

May we all meet one day under the alien roof

I'll say heaven, you say Earth.

Priyanjana Subba

FORGETFULNESS- DIVYAM MALPANI

FORGETFULNESS

These wispy clouds of memory,

Driftin’ aimlessly in our mind,

When needed most they delude us all,

These thoughts we cannot find.

These hidden thoughts, they make us frown,

We ponder and we think,

Our heads start throbbing, aching,

Our souls get dampened, our faces sink.

When we’re on the brink of failure,

That thought flashes through our head,

Our thirst starts quenching, but is not quenched,

For the unseen again has fled.

Like stars in a cloudy sky,

Like corals in water green,

These thoughts are present behind the veil,

They are never seen.

They run around in an endless loop,

Hiding from our sight,

In times of help, leave us flailing,

And selfishly take flight.

Like the Moon sailing through the clouds,

Like the peeking sun of morn,

They are unseen, but always felt,

They never stop, just move on.

THE END

कारण आता मी ही कमाऊ लागली!(Working Women thoughts Let's talk)- Pramila Rakshe

आयुष्य जगताना माझी मी न राहिली

विविध भूमिका मी चोख निभावत राहिली

मी आधुनिक महिला आता चार भिंतीमधे न राहिली

चुल आणी मूल ही व्याख्या बदलून आता अजुन एक भूमिका निभाऊ लागली

कारण आता मी ही कमाऊ लागली!

अस्तित्त्वाची ही लढाई खूप काही सांगू लागली

कोणतीच भूमिका न थकता न हरता निभावू लागली

कारण आता मी ही कमाऊ लागली!!

A Misericord's Elysium - Mariam Shiji

The past of mundane slumber,

I soak myself in a pitiful clot.

Shattered by the thorns of guilt,

Sinking to a chaotic stop.

I place a mark on the society

That drives me into the darkness.

I cover my auris externa

From the void cries of charlatans –

that make my being monotonous.

Standing at the pinnacle of choice in my mind palace –

I decided to take a leap,

Off I jump into freedom I wanted –

Down the hill , falling asleep.

If I want to be my lover,

Oh you,

please do me a favour.

Break that dark lapis cover –

By shattering my black mirror.

Should I love the hatred for myself –

And move forward,

Or hate the pretence love –

And move onward.

I don't know.

I will never know.

I do not want to know.

As for now I will forget,

The things that I regret–

And turn my faulty ashes into echoes.

To survive with my assets,

Find the meaning of life ahead–

Moving through the path that unfolds.

So don't rush , calm down

And give yourself a chance.

For the world has a lot to offer

With one single glance.

"Love yourself.

Your existence is valid."

Hope is a violent daydream - Tejaswini Balaji

The sunlight curse,

I dream and it says I'm not enough.

The daylight hours tickle my feet,

I tell the skies i will still dream.

At every step it reminds me that hope is a violent daydream,

So I pack up the violent daydream in my ribs.

I look up at the sunlight and it says well done,

But my violent day dreams break my bones

And my body becomes a cage for hope.

They say how does it feel to take so much time to let hope go?

They don't know hope like i do, they don't know dreams like i do.

I hope they never know.

A Woman- Maanasa Venkatesh

"Why worry about the twelfth standard boards or competitive exams?

You are only a woman",

Another woman

My teacher

Asked me

" Become a teacher." she said

As if it were that simple,

Undervaluing her role and my ambitions in one sentence.

Only a woman

"Leave the professions to the men",

Another woman

My hairdresser told me.

"Where will the men go for jobs

If women become doctors and engineers?

Why don't you take up some simple vocation like my salon staff instead?"

Only a woman

So it must be alright for strangers to discuss my bleeding private parts?

Every month this news has to make its way to the headlines of our apartment's grapevine.

For them to see which menstrual traditions I shun and which I keep alive.

Only a woman, but also,

"I am sure you're a typical desi girl, who doesn't drink or smoke",

Another woman

An acquaintance smirked,

As if this made me a lesser person somehow.

Only a woman

But also a fool for choosing to be a homemaker,

I was told

because that's not a choice but a compulsion.

A modern woman works.

After all I

"stole some other person's college seat ".

Only a woman

So I must conform entirely to a role

Desi or rebel.

I must not pick and choose my battles

When I can be spoon-fed.

It has to be this way

And I can only move between so many stereotypes.

As a woman,

As new rules replace the old

Once again and yet again.

Like yesterday this young girl,

So much younger than I,

Speaking in English to her friends on how to retrieve a ball

From a window more efficiently.

When I offered a friendly suggestion in English

Chose to respond, ”Aunty Bacche hain” in Hindi.

Now I cannot even choose my language!

Because of the way I dress and live,

It is chosen for me.

But tell me,

Why must I conform?

Let me be!

These well-wishers do not love me!

They want me to vanish piece by piece

And become a medium

To reinforce their standards of female morality.

I want to shout out

To all those other women

I am not only a woman

Though you cannot see.

My choices and my actions and my faults are also part of my identity!

I'm not you, I'll never be you,

I'm me.

I'm me.

I'm me.

The Hand that Rocks the Cradle- Saema Zaidi

I tried to look inside my pocket mirror

But the newly developed cracks interfered

Dividing me into pieces

And I saw parts of me holding secrets

Most of them were taken by scars

The rest had dust and scarcely had stars

I delved deeper into the mirror

As all the pieces played their part

I was once a little girl, with dreams in my eyes

You heard the laughs, but mama heard the cries

But the world soon introduced

The fears of being a women

So mama said, "Don't you cry

I'll make the odds even"

But in the twinkling of an eye, twenties wrapped me around

And then you told me

Find a new home, forget this town

I then wondered where my real home lies

What did I do so wrong to say goodbyes

And if they'll ask me, "where's your home?"

I'll say it's the heart of all the women I've known

But I always don't need a mirror

Sometimes it was the eyes of others

In those eyes I saw how she pulled through all the pain

The nights she stayed awake in vain

As if it was her duty to make the puzzles stay in place

And in the absence of father, be the father in case

She was too young to raise you, she was rising herself

But she put her rise to demise, and never asked for help

Without a doubt she always chose them

Although her dreams screamed, "If not now then when?"

But she chose you every time

Put her agony aside and heard all your complaints and whines

But you still judged her, limited her happiness

So she silently sat across from her loneliness

You took away her freedom, you robbed away her peace

You locked her in a cage, and threw away the keys

But you understood this all too late

As six feet deep she laid

And then I asked my mama, "Do you have any fears?"

She tried to avoid it, but broke into tears

"I'm a human after all

I had a fear biggest of them all

It is to die and leave you behind

Who will take care of my girl

Who will listen to your mind

You grew up even before you healed

In times of battle, you became their shield

But before you go little lady

Please tell this all to my baby

Tell my daughter to not make sacrifices

And stay strong

Tell her to become a women

Before she becomes a mom"

THE GIRL, WITH THE MOON!- Varshitha V L

The yellow flowers flair her,

leaving her face more brighter,

the Sun leaves it to her,

or the breeze a new fragrance the scented flowers -but a wry smile.

The gullible butterfly in her blooms forgetting to pollinate, but desolate with only her!

Just to cherish and smile to

the beauty again and,

Rustling of leaves and the balcony walls,

keep preserving her beauty,

than their origin and other

voices -a not her's

all over it's she again!

Just to cherish and smile to

the beauty again

Eggs in the nest and the birds,

the trees ,

The little stars along the deep meaning,

the Universe with dusts,comets drifting,

the lonely white pale boy just magnificent, A dame to her, and only two;

to tides tight,

a hand to the alone,

And the light to blooms,for years after creation: without external

It's the snow ball and only us with them and them !

Just to cherish and smile to

the beauty again

DOOM AND DEATH - Pushpa Saroj

There is something beautiful in the corner

Of my balcony,

A small weed growing between the cracks

Of the invincible concrete floor,

Watching it since it started with withering

Of cement,

The rain striked again and again 

The wind ripped apart the bonds which

Were once fortified, 

Little specks of dust settling in, making it 

Home for the upcoming contingencies;

A new life is about to born,

Enduring the difficile nature yet sustained by 

It as to test its skills of survival, 

A whirlwind of "survival of the fittest" enlightened my ignorant sense,

It poured all night, windstorm uprooted the sheds,

Blazed sun coerced the earth to crack more,

Amidst all chaos, it's sprouting, 

I saw it sprouting; two small leaves peeping out

Swaying along with breeze of spring

Like an infant is yawning after a deep slumber,

It stood tall as it could be ,facing a human

With its proud face of defeating the havoc alone

Yet to be uprooted by a lowly human,

Sigh! Humans couldn't learn from it!

Growing upward, enduring hardships, winning wars

And battles to brag on

Yet to be defeated by doom; of being a mortal,

The higher one goes, the harder one falls!

Living triumphant throughout once

Yet to lose against death, Ofcourse.

Deathbed and deeds- Snigdha Boruah

Lying on my deathbed

peering into my surrounding.

What I see my reflection

reflection of my work,

reflection of my words.

He is the person I helped when passing by,she is the person I just gave a kind word to.

So a small step by someone means a lot to someone else;

I will die after a few days, all that will remain are my deeds!

One must assure to live,

to live even after he is gone.

Because in the end all we do for the sake of living.

And we know,

"Giving always makes us feel like living"

The moment my death arrive,

I realised I am not gonna die,

I will remain alive.

Lenore - Sangharsh Sirsikar

" Lenore "

He who stands in the tall Grass ,

Amongst the prairies of the wild ...

He , who is tamed , still

By the forest-fires ;

Descending from the ghastly woodlands ,

We hear Him ...

He who never shows his august-self ,

But gloom strange , when Auster departs the marshes ...

He who feeds on moonlight - the old say ;

Conceals Himself ,

In a fallen Abbey ,

Far south the Sawyer's fields - the one norther the moors ;

Maundering beneath the grasslands ,

We hear Him ...

Shhhh....

" His-north is forbidden ...

Ohh , but if there you go , where you never go ,

Whence none but fantom steps parade and eerie lamps blaze .

Where , through the moonless-path and the sombre sky ,

Sleeps a father that never die .

For some will heed the church-bells toll ,

And some will see His dim contours unfold ,

For if you go , and so you know , to the place where none shall ever go ... "

At eves - us play ,

We hide - some seek ,

Run at our mother's calls .

Pray and dine .

Though then , sense we , ferine-eyes wallowing through that mist .

The one-gray-gaze ,

That never descends down the swamp ,

Never abandons the abbey ,

But when at supper , we hear Him ,

Summoning His hounds ,

We hear Him ,

Call our names - in voices that stay ...

The mires , they seem to move forward each passing season - a strange dust settles ...

He , who heirs it ,

Has witnessed these pastures grow two-hundred years ...

He who roams our fields in dark ,

He whose lores cradles our fields in rain ...

We sense Him ,

For He has been here a long-long time - our elders say ...

Shhhh....

" His-north is forbidden ...

Ohh , but if there you go , where you never go ,

Whence none but fantom steps parade and eerie lamps blaze .

Where , through the moonless-path and the sombre sky ,

Sleeps our Father that never die .

For some will heed the church-bells toll ,

And some will see His dim contours unfold ,

For if you go , and so you know , to the place where none shall ever go ... "

Morrow , we gather for our Sunday's prayers inside the marshes ,

Offer we , breads and ballads in olden words ...

Then our fathers hymn ,

Chant His names ,

Omer their first-borns - So silent a ministry .

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Then our prayers halt to an indifferent voice ,

Hear we now , the quaint whispers that rule His great abode .

The world turns gray ...

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" If you go where you never go ... "

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Two-hundred years of sleep awakens ,

The ungodly machine cometh afore ....

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" If you go where you never go ... "

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To that indifferent voice we close our eyes - if you go where all go ....

And then ,

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We see Him ...

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The One who stands behind the tall Grass .....

( Footnote : The title - " Lenore "comes from Edgar Allan Poe's poem - The raven )

Afternoon Sun - Soumyarupa Das

We were lying on your charpai

under the late autumn sky,

splayed out on the surface

of your terrace

like sacrifices to be made,

above the dying leaves

crunching beneath your dangling feet,

wind kissed, your face

a shade deeper than red,

you were dressed in a cheese-stained cardigan

beside me, the ever-distressed teacher's pet

in her TS sweats,

waiting for the afternoon sun

to make its appearance.

And you turned to me,

your eyes bereft of sleep,

breaking me free

of my afternoon reverie

to take me

back

to the good old days,

spent

chasing after you

in crowded hallways,

back when I still dreamed of

becoming a slam poet,

skipping classes to write sonnets,

reminding me of all the unfulfilled promises made

from the far end

of my parents' landline.

And as you continued to speak,

playing with your cardigan,

threadbare,

I stared at the veins twitching underneath

your cheeks and the afternoon sun

that finally made its appearance,

emerging out of the clouds, closer to the horizon now.

But you went on and on, unconcerned,

about how life never did us any wrong,

your voice, thick as smoke

but your words, clear

like rosewater,

colouring the wind with your dreams and imagined scenes,

sharing your plans

to paint the town pink

in your pyjamas,

leaving behind a mark

on this Earth

like lipstick stains

on coffee mugs.

And I listened, at first

without interruption,

in quiet contemplation

but then with increasing exasperation

and open derision

for it seemed like 'tis was the season

of all rhyme, no reason,

second guessing all my life's decisions,

nestled under an afternoon sun

that gave no warmth

But you took my diatribes in stride

and as my weary sighs filled the autumn sky,

I finally removed my rose coloured glasses, cracked from side-to-side

to realize for the first time

that the sky wasn't blue but a shade of grey

and so, the epiphanies I long kept at bay,

resurfaced, one by one,

following each other

like lambs to slaughter,

pressing down on me

like invisible weights

only to dissipate, evaporate

and disappear with the afternoon sun!

And So, we lay

and watched the day decay

and then fade away,

two fickle figures

in the evening calm,

waiting for a time that would never come

nor could ever return,

nostalgia-tinted pasts and glorified futures,

as the afternoon sun went lower

and sank below the horizon.

The Dangling Wind- Ashneet Kaur

You and I,

Submerged in the depths of Emotion.

A bed where nothing rests.

The world murmurs around us.

Bubbles, instead of words float out,

Rising from the bottom of their lungs,

Aching and struggling,

Trembling and hopeless,

Wishing to say something.

But how can they?

The dense aqua air that surrounds us all,

Makes our words too heavy,

Makes our emotions too thoughtful,

And in essence,

Nothing is said;

Nothing is heard.

And we lay there,

Eyes shut tight,

Our hands held even tighter;

On the murky mattress of misled musings,

You and I lay;

Defeated in our spirits,

We endlessly wring out the last speck of warmth

From the duvet of our dreams that died young,

Covered in lattices of thorny reality,

And prickly practicalities.

Staring at the starry surface of the sea,

Which engulfs everything,

And births all,

You and I lay,

And in essence,

Nothing is said;

Nothing is heard.

Life takes many forms.

None is venerable,

Nor worth condemning.

For the terrors of this eternal sea,

Are ours.

Inseparable from us,

As the gust of breath is,

From everything mortal.

Snatch those horrors away,

And Death rules;

An eternal darkness then spreads;

A darkness so blinding,

That it leaves no room for Light to stretch its wings.

So,

If suffocating and gasping,

And grabbing onto sharp-edged,

Drowning rocks,

Covered in the slippery moss of human hopes,

Is Life,

Then Fate leaves us no choice,

But to drown.

To let the triumphant ocean of Life,

Fill our lungs completely,

Till there is no more Life left to conquer.