September | Shraddha Mathur

I keep dried flowers on my porch

Whole ones, some only petals

Some stolen from my neighbour's overgrown bush

It is an offering to those who live

On the other side of this world

September makes me think

They can crossover

As the sun slowly retreats

And darkness takes over

Magic blooms in every bud

It rises from every leaf that falls

And settles down with cold air

On the pavement it enters the shops

Ruffles my hair and rests on my bosom

Woven in the sleeves of my beige cardigan

Laced with the scent of dried flowers

Ambeck | Narinder Bajwa

Why do I long to see her again once more,

Even more so when she pretends to ignore.

Her face rises like full moon in my head,

And I soak in that glow gasping for breath.

My heart is flooded in her very presence,

With the tsunami of her graceful essence.

This vague drowning feeling lingers strong,

Even after she in silence gone away for long.

I feel her sweet fragrance deep and awesome,

My aching heart too wants to tenderly blossom.

Her memory brings this cold and deep sigh,

And I hold tears back from my drizzly eye.

I can smell her love in flowers and floret,

It ascends me to a place I will never forget.

I hear the birds chirp on a glade of grass,

As if they are talking to me on her behalf.

I am yearning to see and feel her being,

Like the nostalgic gust of wind in spring.

I want to be with her to feel carelessly free,

As eagerly a river wants to meet the sea.

I care for her like the stem of the lotus flower,

which always keeps it above the murky water.

As infinite waters of a deep river calmly flows,

On tide of time my aching longing for her grows.

Peace | Atulya Akshara

Slowly, like drifting fogs,

Pacing through bustling streets,

Through stranded stations,

to numerous destinations,

You, I seek.

In city kights, being washed in the rain,

Under umbrellas, that weep,

When, the Sun goes to sleep,

You, I seek.

In abondoned mansions and the solitary sorrows,

The dancing dead,

Had the eyes that said,

You, I seek.

And, so wherever I may be,

In everything I ever see,

I find you smiling back at me,

I find my piece, I find my peace.

A Reason To Smile | Priyanka Chetal Sharma

She drowned in her worries

She soaked in her fears

Isn’t there anyone she thought

Who patiently hears?

She looked around,

She searched for someone

Someone she could run to

When things went wrong

Someone she could cry with

For hours along

But wait, did she look hard enough?

Did she expect too much?

Well, she found lots of ears

Ready to listen

But were they enough to heal?

How did that make her feel?

Then was the time she stood in front of a mirror

Asking why do tears still flow my dear

As she wiped her own tear

She noticed what curbed her own fear

That was the moment, she found everything she was looking for

Every friend she had ever hoped for

Is this it she asked herself?

All this while when I searched for smiles

I only had to travel an internal mile?

She was confused

She was elated

A sense of freedom is what she related

Not to be dependent, Not to be searching

Creating her own reasons

Marching her own way

I am the reason for my happiness is all she had to say!

Life in Nutshell | Vishnu Kumar

Life is a lesson need to learn,

Beware of obstacles need to overcome;

Challenges are many need to face,

Progress is gradual need to take rest.

Tirelessly don't work like ass,

Make yourself useful don't become trash;

See inner beauty of self don't be fool,

Touch the soul naturally try to be so cool.

To make it better,

No need to thoughtful utter;

One step at a time takes us closer,

No point of joining wrecker.

Abundance of goodness surmount obstacles,

Myriad of hopes lead pinnacles;

Passel of companions pave miracles,

Tons of affection make life encircles.

It's too short need to enjoy full,

Make innerself happy to be so cool;

Rise whenever you fall,

Again to see the world glory all.

Try hard doesn't matter things will work or not,

Pacify yourself having support or not;

Enjoy every moment of life is the key to be happy,

Never let yourself down until you get life trophy.

Let's Bring The Humanity Back | Avantika Chandail

What does that mean to you?

It's all about your thoughts

and the deeds that you do.

Stand up for what belongs to you,

but that doesn't mean to misuse the freedom ,

given to you.

Be the one,who thinks of everyone around you.

Let's bring the humanity back,

That was left in the path,some way back.

Spread humanity everywhere,

Don't put religion,

in our aggressive gear.

Stop!And fight war against the rape,

Please,for God sake.

Don't kill the animals for your greed,

You are just making the Mother nature bleed.

Be humble and kind,

you never know ,who is suffering this time.

Stop these crimes,

Humans,don't let your greed make you go blind.

Let's bring the humanity back,

That was left in the path,some way back!

The Golden Anniversary | Haimanti Dutta Ray

Mrs. Bose is a quirky person

She’s made of two things –

Self doubt and self indulgence.

Mr. Bose is a careless man

Always fritting away her love – well, apparently

Like one shoves away fallen autumn leaves.

Marriage and children came like the seasons

Not out of the ordinary –

Mrs. Bose admires herself in the mirror

As one looks at a flower from all sides –

Mr. Bose, meanwhile, busies himself with automobiles

They look different and divergent ways,

Age came to them following laws of nature.

Today, as they celebrate the golden year of togetherness

Past and present, coalesce into the future – their progeny.

Cinematic reels of memory unfurl

Of chance meetings and rendezvous

Of happiness shared and miseries halved –

They held hands under falling light of the sun

Mrs. Bose held Mr. Bose close to her heart

When afraid in the dark –

Demons and goblins had come chasing,

Yet something was amiss in their lives

They’d never said a “I love you” to each other.

Apparition of life | Vaidehi Purohit

The sunlight fading away , whenever I wanted it to stay

Leaving the darkness behind

Which encapsulated me as I passed the time

The darkness is ominous

I feel it creeping inside me

Taking over my mind , body and soul

The night turns stormy with thunders aloud

As if they are telling me something through the cloud

I try to cover my ears but the thunder whispers

Something I could never understand

The reality desolving in the sand

As the rain starts with the thunder

I just stand there and shudder

It feels as if it's my death time now

As I look towards the sky and it growls

I stand there still waiting for the rain to drown me or for the thunder to burn me alive

For my death,I strive

The thunder intensifies and so does the rain,as I feel all the pain

I feel relieved as I move towards death

But who knew it wasn't my last breath

I was still in the mortal world

But now I understood the thunders word

Death is what I wanted,but life is what I needed

Cause every time my wounds bleed,the darkness would strengthen my creed

And the thunders whispers were Something I craved for peace .

Fine | Madhavi Nagapurkar

I always say & believe,

That I'm fine.

I'll be okay, I say.

I put on a mask,

Unknowingly so.

To protect others

And me.

From what i feel is,

My ugly reality.

Now me & others, have

Gotten used to the mask.

Forgotten that I exist,

Behind the mask.

Scared to remove it,

Sacred that the real me,

will be hated

& abandoned.

They say they'll love you,

No matter what.

But when nobody understands,

You and your issues,

Loving get's hard.

I like living in the false reality,

But it's not reality, is it.

Reality hits.

Mask is removed.

What's wrong?

What triggered this?

Your life seems fine.

Why can't you be more grateful?

They ask.

Why aren't I normal?

Why can't I just get over it?

Why can't I finally do something that I decided to do?

Why can't I just get better?

What is wrong with me?

I ask.

Questions keep pouring.

It gets overwhelming.

I put on the mask.

I believe I am okay.

They believe I am okay.

Everything is fine again.

I am fine, I say.

I'll be okay.

A sound mind in a sound body | Aiswarya Menon

It’s moments like these you realise who’s real and who’s fake

Sometimes life is just to be spend alone else they give you an ache

Never run for people’s wish as they take you for granted

Follow a path in life which makes you feel enchanted

It’s a new month ,a new hope , a new way amidst the stress day.

Rise up , rise strong , rise different and rise tall

Each experience teaches us a new lesson

Hence never regret your life’s decision

These months have been a wreck

But be happy you got some rest

People have lost their lives

Take a deep breath,you’re still alive

Some have lost shelter,some lost their loved ones

Some do not have food yet they strive to move

Let’s take a moment and thank what we have

We never know what we have in line

Listen to your favourite music

Talk to your loved ones,

Do something you enjoy

That’s the way to rise and shine.

The most beautiful feeling | Isha Nebhani

I wouldn't call myself particularly an Amorist,

i am rather ambivalent towards the theory,

and frightened to my core,

devotion can be scary,

for if today you fancy her like a rose,

and watch her slowly bloom as her petals unfold,

but time plays rather peculiar tricks on human soul,

and soon you'll be bleeding against her thorns,

and her face will be all a blur,

like a memory kept too long,

and it's excruciating to let her go,

still you swear each night to do so,

but you see her with your eyes closed,

and you're drunk on her musings,

when the moon performs ,

and you're sitting in the first row.

Don't mystify my words,

in opposition of love,

for it remains the most beautiful feeling,

and to experience it is an honour,

nevertheless i believe,

to love is to let go,

true infatuation is slightly fanciful,

it lingers finer,

in poetry,

and in books.

Naked Love | Simran Sabarwal

I’ll paint my stretch marks

While I caress my fingers through them

I’ll paint my stretch marks

When I’ll feel not good enough about my body

Because stretch marks are undeniably beautiful

But they make my body real

And skin be it textured or not

Is to be touched with the same love

And the aesthetic of it is just for mortality’s sake

But the feeling of touch remains forever

Next time you touch your skin

Run your fingers once in a while through the lines

You’ll realise that they make your body more raw

And the attraction towards real is less I’ll agree but it’s inevitable

And under the sheds of those skin layers

Is the pulse of the cells keeping you alive

Because once you stop breathing

No one’s going to remember

If your stomach had strechmarks

Were they four or five ?

An Elegy for Love | Anjali Pandey

I complained and lost thee,

my beloved portal to oxytocin,

I have always adored you.

Never really meant the words I said out of complex emotions,

you looked inside of me when I was most vulnerable,

if you may have judged me, just keep it to yourself.

As lovely as it was, I wouldn't have minded dying in your arms.

A portal to my enemy you saw---

what you shouldn't have, but fate was written,

goodbyes were due, and we skipped them for the love of summer,

oh! summers, summers in your arms, lovely, lovely sleep I had,

evening breeze so welcoming to my face,

I have never felt like this anywhere,

no wanderlust to see the world, I could have died happily in your arms.

where to go? oh! come and tell me,

you're eternity, endless, boundless, love of physicist,

possibilities to find answers fulfil their chest with pride in it.

Where should I go now? I write to you but you will never read it!

Summer was when you adored me as much as I adored you.

Mozart makes me weep silently as I write to you endlessly,

If you're Keats then I'm your Fanny,

fate was written so I was left without you my honey.

Peace | Murchana Raba

I will be at peace ,

When the battles end.

The armours will be thrown ,

And I'll wear the spotless white dress .

When I loosen my bun ,

And let down my dark brown hair shinning in the rays .

I will be at peace laying pale in the sand .

The ocean would wash away ,

The reddish brown off my brown skin .

Reminding them of the dried rose in my journal.

And thats when they would consider my bleeding wounds unhealable .

The mask of smile would be the friend ,

I leave behind in the arena of war .

Like the orange sky turning black ,

My eyes will slowly turn vissionless .

Only then I shall rest .

And only then I shall find my peace .

And in the tranquil I shall sink .

In the end | Jinal Jain

In the end , while we twitch and struggle

Through the lonely road till a dead end .

We'd realise some obvious what ifs .

And those actions that turned out different .

While some find the light through tunnel

As easy as falling asleep .

Yet some struggle on those ventilators

as the devil silently creeps .

While some snatched away too early ,

Yet we forget to cherish the living .

The world is a crooked place but live

It to fullest before your clock stops ticking.

As they say endless theories ,

Unlimited stories and yet we are clueless .

But I hope there's a paradise

Where we are more humane than blessed .

Where we wouldnt feel the need to steal ,

Hurt or betray . We'd be just some being .

But i wish most find the light in sleep ,

Because in the end there will be a new beginning.

How Blind Is Love? | Bharthi Annapandi

Once a blind mistress asked her blind husband,

Shall thou love me if I were a worm?;

To which he said no.

Moved by his answer in a low tone;

the miss exclaimed - wherefore!

the noble men smiled and answered -

I hast fallen for thy face nor thy corse

but for the beauty of thy eyes ,

how they enlarge looking at mineth

how thy eyes speak with every blink,

seeth the way they move makes me gay,

For if thou were a worm thou shalt not possessth one !

Darling listen even though we are blind

I feel it every time.

But O Lovely if I too were a worm ,

I bet we shalt beest the warmest worm couple ever .

कामियाबी | Shreya Kanp

अभी वक्त चाहे जैसा भी हो

वह तो जरूर बदलेगा

सपने तुम दखते रहो

और मेहनत भी करते रहो

क्योंकि किस्मत का पन्ना तो जरूर पलटेगा

हां,अभी मुश्किलें बहुत सी हैं

पर हौसला अपना बुलंद कर

क्योंकि झुक जाएगा वह परवत भी

तुम खड़े होगे जिसके ऊपर

यह आंधी तूफान भी जरूर रुकेगा

और सूरज की किरणे भी दिखेंगी

तू बस अपने आप में विश्वास रख

क्या पता यह तूफान ही

जिंदगी में नई सुबह लाएगा

कही खामोशी तुम्हारी बेबसी न बने

उसको अपनी ताकत बनाओ

कामियाब इतने बनो की

तुम नहीं , दुनिया उसकी जश्न मनाए।

Colours- Good or Bad? | Drushti Ladhane

Blue might be the sky,

For us to go up very high.

But it can also be the deep blue ocean,

Which might be a total failure potion.

Red is the colour of love,

For couples to make their vow.

But it can also be anger,

That makes our loved one be a stranger.

Green represents generosity,

Which may bring us prosperity.

But it also shows envy,

That takes away from us who were friendly.

Yellow brings us positivity,

It can also boost our creativity.

But as it also shows cowardice,

There may be many who empower us.

People know black represents death,

For us to be alive until our last breath.

But what is unknown is,

It also symbolises power, elegance and prestige.

White might be boring,

Cold, empty and distant.

But it also brings us,

Peace, purity and innocence.

For us to see there are many more colours,

All are both positive and negative sellers.

But it is up to our desires,

To choose an option before it expires...