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ECHOES OF THE UNHEARD
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FOREWORD
Anthology is a collection of different literary works chosen by the publisher.

The word entered the English literature in the 17th century, from the Greek
word "Anthologic" meaning "a collection of blossoms" or flowers. Our Anthology
"ECHOES OF THE UNHEARD" contains marvellous literary work of various
authors across the whole Bharat. It is a compiled to give a platform to the
budding writers of our great nation and help them in coming forward and
present their literary work in front of the whole world. While reading this book,
the reader will experience a wholesome of different emotions affecting our
internal feelings. This special series contains different types of poetry, prose,
short stories, etc in multiple languages like English, Hindi or vernacular. We
thank all the authors for their enthusiasm and keen interest in making our first
anthology series a great success. After a huge success of our first anthology
the dusky moon we are proudly releasing another anthology the sea of
thoughts. Thank you to all the authors and supporters of thoughts hymn
publishers for giving us a pleasure to serve you all.
CONTENTS
1. Aniburn Pathak………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………1
2. Ritika khithani………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….………3
3. Payal Taparia………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….6
4. Avinash Kumar Sah……………………………………………………………………………………………………………….……8
5. Gufraan Shaikh………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………9
6. Ms. Nik sejwar……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….……10
7. Gufraan Shaikh……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………12
8. Mariya Siddiqui……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………13
9. Himani Thakur………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………14
10. Manya…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….15
11. Suruthi.B……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….16
12. Trishna Jena………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………17
13. Mobin………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………18
14. Alankrit Sinha………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….…20
15. Kritika Choudhary…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….22
16. Martin Kithan………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………23
17. खुश……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………25
18. Destiny smirked…………………………………………………………………………………………..……………………………26
19. Devanshi Gaur………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….………28
20. Sandhya……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….29
21. Anisha……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….……30
22. Nikita Jain……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………34
23. Ezrine…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….35
24. Amandeep Kour S………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….36
25. Ezrine…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….37
26. Rajeev Kohli………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….……38
27. Cariel Gangta…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….39
28. Kajal goud……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………40
29. Abhay Singh……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….41
30. Kajal goud……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………43
31. Megha kumari……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………44

32. Zohair Sadikot……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….….47
33. Tamanna Miglani……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..48
34. Ashok………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………50
35. Aryan Kumar………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………59
36. Aryan Kumar………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………61
37. Aryan Kumar………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………63
38. Diya Sandeep Banthia………………………………………………………………………………………………………….65
39. Bhagavti aakad………….…………………………………………………………………………………………………………….66
40. Chitra Jaiswal…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….67
41. Yug Viramgama…………………………………………………………………………………………………….…………………70
42. फाल्गन
ु ी वैष्णव………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………71
43. Gauriii…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….72
44. Hrishikesh Goswami………………………………………………………………………………………………………………73
45. Krati…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………74
46. Sheen Fayaz………………………………………….….………………………………………………………………………………75
47. Uma Garg……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………76
48. Saima Bhalla………………………………………………………….….………………………………………………………………79
49. Avani Bhalla……………………………………………………………………….………………………………………………………80
50. Nisha Aggarwal…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………82
51. Sowmya Eswara………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………84
52. ஜெனின் ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….………………85
53. Mihir Parmar………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………87
54. Pranitha Chintala……………………………………………………………………………………………………………….…...89
55. रानी मिश्रा……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….90
56. Keerthana.K…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………91
57. Santhosh P…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………92
58. Upasana Bhagawati……………………………………………………………………………………………………….………93
59. Ayush Sharma "Aagaz"……………………………………………………………………………………………………….94
60. Syeda Azra…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………95
61. गजानन……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….……………97
62. ब द
िं ू कोहली………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………98
63. Drashti Jadav…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….………99

64. Barshana Ray…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………101
65. Ariia………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………103
66. Aniburn Pathak……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………...105
67. Soumya R sahoo………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….106
68. िानसी मसिंह………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….107
69. The Known Unknown…………………………………………………………………………………………………………108
70. Arshiya…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………110
71. Avinash Pandey…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….111
72. Arshitaa………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………112
73. Sabbi Ansari…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….113
74. Somya Agarwal………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………114
75. Somya Agarwal………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………115
76. Arpita Prajapati………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………116
78. Bridget Magunha……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………117
79. Apeksha Joshi…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………118
80. Vandita Shukla……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….120
81. Nivethitha S. B……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….121
82. Furquan sabir………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….122
83. Deepesh Limbu………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….….123
84. Suparna Mal…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….124
85. Madiha Beigh………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….125
86. Garima Sharma………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………126
87. Ajay……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….127
89. Sadaf Sultana…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………129
90. Nitika Khanna………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….130
91. Aarushi…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….…131
92. Prahlat Sharma (Pyz) ………………………………………………………………………………………………………132
93. Shreya Shah……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………133
94. Shayari Mukherjee……………………………….………………………………………………………………………………134
95. Priya Singh…………………………………………………………….…………………………………………………………………135
96. Ms. Neha Jain…………………………………………………………….…………………………………………………………136
97. अर्पित नायक………………………………………………………………………………….….…………………………………………138

98. Sana Ali………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………139
99. Arpit Nayak………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………140
100. Alina Nagar……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………141
101. Vini Srivastava…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….142
102. Nikunj Kalsariya………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….143
103. Dr.Minal……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………144
104. Akshay Kumar Singh……………………………………………………………………………………………………….145
105. Aisiri M…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….146
106. Vaani Singhal…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….…147
107. Kasturi Sinha…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………148
108. Maria Divij SJ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………149
109. अश्ववनी गुडीलू……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….….150
110. Alfiya.K.Sayed………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………151
111. Ananya………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….….152
112. र्वशाल राज अिरे श………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….154
113. Apaar…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………156
114. Durgesh Parwari…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………157
115. Pavithra Ananthan………………………………………………………………………………………………………………160
116. Ishan Toraskar…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….162
117. Anusha Anil……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………163
Aniburn Pathak is a passionate B.Tech student hailing from the serene town
of Jorhat, Assam. Beyond the world of engineering, his heart finds its truest
expression in the art of poetry. He has a deep-rooted love for unravelling the
intricate threads of society and the thoughts that dance within his mind, and
he channel these sentiments into his poems. Through his words, he aspires
to shed light on the myriad situations and circumstances that each of us
encounters in this journey called life. Join him as he endeavours to raise
awareness and provoke thought through the rhythmic verses that flow from
his soul.
1
In the realm of echoes, unheard they lay,

Stories untold, in the light of day,
Whispers of secrets, deep and wide,
In the quiet corners, they do reside.
A symphony of silence, a muted song,

Invisible verses, where they belong,
Each unspoken word, a hidden gem,
In the echoes of hearts, lost in the tempest's hem.
Invisible ink on life's parchment sheet,

The tales we keep hidden, so discreet,
Yet in the hush of night's tender grace,
These echoes of the unheard find their place.
In the depths of souls, their shadows cast, Unseen, unfelt, until the very
last,
When ears are tuned to the subtle sound,
In echoes of the unheard, truth is found.
So let us listen with hearts wide apart,

To the echoes of stories, a work of art,
For in the quiet, where they reside,
Lies the essence of life, deep and wide.
-Aniburn Pathak
2
My name is Ritika Khithani. I reside in one of the most beautiful and cultural
city of Maharashtra, Ahmednagar. Being an aspiring pilot! My passion for flying
has empowered me with the wings of expression. I would like to define myself
as an empathetic being who loves to express oneself through writings. I believe
wisdom has no limits as the horizon and I enjoy every bit of it.
3
UNHEARD VOICE
My mind
wanders to a place
So known yet unknown.
The terrific nightmares

that was walk about
Out in this life of ours.
They'll knock you down

And tear you up
Fears will fill your cup.
Running from thoughts,

irrational error.
But wake up,
Wake up to see,
It’s just a bad dream!
Pain evolves to a whole new plane

Unreal but drives you insane
Then there are nightmares
That no one talks about
In this life of ours,
they live in your doubt.
It'll knock you down

And tear you up,
Fears will keep filling your cup.
Nightmares coming to life, life's worst terror Running from the thoughts,
Is it my irrational errors.
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But wake up,

Wake up to see
Its just a bad dream!
Reality lies ahead
Along a miraculous beam
A ray of faith lies below
And where the faith lies,
So the miracles reside.
-Ritika khithani
5
I am in my 20's but these days I am rediscovering the art of writing. I have

always found comfort in the process of penning my thoughts down. My
poems are inspired by Greek Mythology, English literature and Vincent Van
Gogh.
6
745 DAYS
I fell out of love after 745 days than you did. I thought whenever I did, the
sky would split open, Mars wouldn't be red anymore. But everything was
normal. The sun was still up, the earth was still titling. Then why and for
whom I was mourning for the past 2 years.
Was it for love?
Or
Was it for you?
And if it is for love then what is love? Because I thought love was holding
hands and reading books. I thought love was your brown eyes melting into
mine. I thought love was writing poetry about the curves of your lips. I
thought love meant you.
And that's why on my birthday, when the city was scintillating with Christmas
lights. I knelt and begged you to stay. You whispered, "You deserve better"
and still left. But all I heard is -
You are not her
You are not her
You are not her
You are not her
Darling, I finally know love isn't you. It never was. Because I used to set
the table for two, knowing you will never come. On that winter night I
realised love should radiate joy, not melancholy. I thought, loving you meant
betraying my own heart. Maybe that kind of love, should only exist in the
poems the poets talk about.
-Payal Taparia
7
SOCIAL MEDIA के कीड़े
हि है Social Media के कीड़े

जो अफवाह को अपना ना लेते है,
ुद्धि तो हैं ,िगर क्या करें
हर ार कहीिं धगरा दे ते हैं |
होते हर मसक्के के दो पहलू

पर एक मलए ड़ ड़ाते हैं ,
नासिझों की भीड़ िें
अपनी नेताधगरी ददखाते हैं |
दनु नया ,अपने िन से चले तो ठीक

वरना कानाफूसी का र्वषय नाते हैं ,
मिचि िसाले लगा -लगाकर
गलत को सही ताते हैं |
क्यों ना मलए हो BA, MA ,PHD की डडग्री

फफर भी ,कक्षा दो की तरह खद
ु को दशािते हैं ,
जो कहा Facebook, Twitter, Whatsup ने
वही आँख िंद कर दोहराते हैं |
हि िें हैं सोंचने सिझने की शश्क्त

पर िन के द्वेष िें इतने िग्न हो जाते हैं ,
गलत सिाचार चार लोगों को दे कर
अििि से हाथ मिलाते हैं |
अतः हैं स्िार्ि फ़ोन िहिंगे -िहिंगे

थोड़ा सही ढूिंढो जानकारी गूगल ननकाल,
क्योंफक दोषी तो हैं हि भी
जो नासिझों की तरह करते forward हजार |
-Avinash Kumar Sah
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SILENT SYMPHONIES
In the hush of twilight's gentle kiss,

Where shadows merge, and silence persists,
There lies a realm, a world apart,
Where echoes of the unheard find their start.
Whispers of dreams that never took flight,
Unspoken words in the depths of night,
Invisible stories, untold and unseen,
Within these echoes, they find their sheen.
In every heart that longs to be heard,
In every soul where emotions are stirred,
A symphony of silence, a canvas unspun,
The echoes of the unheard, where they've begun.
They ripple through time, like a river's flow,
Unseen, unnoticed, yet they aglow,
In the tapestry of life, they weave their thread,
A testament to words left unsaid.
But fear not, for within the quiet's embrace,
Lie the whispers of hope, and the gentle grace,
Of voices that rise, like a bird in flight,
Breaking free from the shroud of night.
For in the echoes of the unheard, you'll find,
The power to heal, to connect, to bind,
A reminder that even in silence's embrace,
There's a world of meaning, a sacred space.
-Gufraan Shaikh
9
तू किों से है गुणवान। या वक्त तुझ पर है िेहर ान
तू किों से है गुणवान।
या वक्त तुझ पर है िेहर ान।
ना कोई कल्पना किि से ड़ी।
ना दनु नया की कोई रीत हो पाई किि के आगे खड़ी।।
रग रग िें ह रहा वह लहू वक्त वाक्य है ।

पूरा हो जो ख्वा वह जीवन राग है ।
िन कोयला,खदान, आविंर्न या मसफि ददखावा या िान्य है।
नतलक है शौयि,पराक्रि ििि किि सम्िान है।।
या वक्त तुझ पर है िेहर ान।।
ननवत्त
ृ हो नहीिं सकती है जीवन की िाया।
राग हो या सख
ु की काया।
दर ारी हो या रिं ग,राजा ही क्यिंू ना हो सिंग।
प्रीत सारे जग की लगाए।
पर किि का फल ही सिंसार से नैया पार लगाए।।
जीवन ििंत्र जप या तप जाप है।

भ्रि भाग्य या रूह या िाप है।
तौल श्रेय श्रि या ताप है।
जीवन सिंघषि सिंग्रह क्या अमभशाप है।।
भूमि,अधिग्रहण,र्विेयक या कानून व्यवस्था प्राप्त है ।
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सुननश्वचत है स ,सुख अज्ञात है ।

ज्ञान है अपरिं पार या दपिण िें सी रात है।
ध्यान िें है रीत या गण
ु तू किों से गण
ु वान है ।।
तू किों से है गण
ु वान।
या वक्त तझ
ु पर है िेहर ान।।
सिंसार की काया पलर् ना पाई।

किों की िाया फकसे सिझ िें आई।
सारे जग, जननी, र्पत ृ शािंनत स किों से ज्यादा कहािं हो पाई।
जन्िभूमि स्वगि लोक सिंस्कृनत िें किि किि किि की ही प्रीत सिाई।।
-तू किों से है गुणवान। या वक्त तुझ पर है िेहर ान।।
-Ms. Nik sejwar
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THE SHELF OF MEMORIES
I'll be on your bookshelf someday though I was rarely ever on your mind
you'll post my poems on your story and tell your friends I was so kind.
I'll be the paperback in your book bag you'll have notes written on each
page
someday you'll come to see my readings you'll try to tell me how well I've
aged,
while I'll be on your bookshelf though I was never once on your heart
But you'll use my words as comfort when you feel like you're falling apart,
and after all the time has passed you'll try to reach out just to rewind
I'm no longer wrapped around your finger and you've long since been off
my mind.
-Gufraan Shaikh
12
SOUND OF THE UNSEEN!
With a stroke of your step,

A bird flying across the sky's bay!
Can't the tints of your soul be heard,
When this heart pump beats towards you?
Your eyes speak a lot from the sea,

Visible to others but neglected by you,
The whispers so sweet that sucrose can't be,
Why can't accepting the song be your cup of tea?
Intelligence makes you wise,

Just a myth followed since years.
It’s your inner-voice that captures and is sore,
Still stands in aghast but remains with you.
Repaying its favour to hold you is a must,
Just listen to the diction of love it throws,
That's how a star survives with its own shine!
-Mariya Siddiqui
13
WINGS OF HEART
I was living in the dark..

Darkness that was caging my soul..
I was trying to open up..
But too drain to fight again..
I wanted to fly..
But I only had the broken wings..
I was searching for the light of hope..
But the darkness was engulfing me more..
And when I sat alone..
Feeling tired and lost..
An illuminating ray found a way..
That awaken my soul and heart..
I weaved myself, wings of heart..
That helped me to break all the hurdles..
Now I am flying high in the sky of self-love..
With the WINGS OF HEART and the courage it holds...
-Himani Thakur
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AANKHAI BAATEIN
Aajkal ki duniya kaafi ajeeb si hogyi hai ,

Log apni apni zindagi mai busy rhena lag gya hai ,
Lekin kuch saachai iss duniya ki asi hai joh boli nahi jaati kyuki woh kuch
aankhai baate hoti jisse log darta hai ki samna wala nahi smjhega ,
Lekin galti uss shaqs ki nahi hai joh yeh chiz socha kyuki iss duniya mai
haar koi aapka sukh dhuk k saathi nahi hai sirf kuch log hota hai joh
actually smjhta hai lekin unn shaqs k wajah se woh bol nahi pata hai,
Haar kisseko bas yahi lagta hai ki ladka kamzor hai agar woh kisse baat ro
jaye or ladki kamzor hai jab woh apna gharwalo ko jhut na bola ,
Lekin unn logo ko kon smjhae ki aajkal ladki or ladka ek baara baar hai
kamzor hai toh unki soch joh asa socha .
Agar koi ladka apna passion follow krna chaiya toh usse 100 gaaliyan pdegi
ki yeh krke zyada paise nahi milega or ladki agar aage kaam krna chaiya
toh usse zindagi bhr taane sunna pdega ki tumhare lia toh main kaam hai
ghar smbhlna ya kaam krna ni .
Iss chiz k lia 1000 log awaz toh utha lega lekin usse chiz ko badal na woh
chiz krna koi nahi kar paya !
-Manya
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பெரியார்
தேநீ ர். இடைதேடை

வீதியில் நடைபயணம் ஜென் தேன் ,
எதிதர ேந்ே‌ நபர் கூறினார்
ேைக்கு வீதியில் ொதி கலேரம் ,
தமே் கு வீதியில் தேர் ஊர்ேலம்
கிழக்கு வீதியில் ெனாேன பரப்புடர ,
ஜேே் கில் என் ன‌ விழா ஐயா என் தேன்
திருவிழா என் ோர்
ஜேரு வீதியின் முக்கிலிருந்ே
தகாவிலில் ஜபண் ஓதுோர்
பிரொேம் ேந்ேேதரா முஸ்ேபா,
ெடமே்ேேர் ஜபயதரா பே்மநாபன்
ேரிடெயில் அடுே்ேேதரா லாரன் ஸ்
மூேரும் மரே்ேடியில் அமர ,
மதிய ஒலியில் ,
மனிே ஊர்ேலம்
பந்ேலில் ஜபயர் பார்ே்தேன்
ஜபரியார் பிேந்ே நாை் சிேப்பு அன் னோனம்
விை்டிே் கு ஜென் று கடேக்கு ேடலப்பிை்தைன்
ஜேே் கு வீதி என் றும் ேடல ொயாது என் று
-Suruthi.B
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APOLOGY
You said sorry again.

Do you really regret your actions?
Do you really mean that word?
Is it all an act?
Do you even care about me?
Actually, I don't know.
We were just kids when we learned that if we hurt someone, we should say
sorry.
But what’s the point of it?
You have already done the damage.
Do you really think a 5-letter word can heal the hole in my heart?
Do you really think that I'll be fine afterwards?
Do you really think I'll be the same?
The simple answer to all the questions is NO.
Hearing your apologies after every mistake is now a part of my everyday
life.
You have numbed me to such an extent that I can no longer feel a single
emotion.
You make me hate myself more and more day by day.
You have made this life so difficult for me.
But the real question is, do you care?
No. You don't
I know you will again blame me for something, laugh at me, make a fool of
me in front of others and at the end of the day you will again say sorry,
thinking that words can fix everything but when will you understand my
Darling, that bandages can never fix a bullet hole.
-Trishna Jena
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DEEWANGI KI ISS UMR MAI
Deewangi ki iss umr mai

Dil lga rhe h
Kuch apna kuch kisi or
Ka gwa rhe h
Duniya ki iss dohd ko Chord
Uskai piche bagh rhe h
Chori chupe hi shi,pr unsai
Nzre mila rhe h
Ke...
Apne aansowo sai
Unki kashti kai liye driya bna rhe h
(Wo kisi or se)
Wo kisi or se
Or......
hmm unsai dil lga rhe h!!
-Mobin
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YOU FORGOT ME
You forgot me, but

still I remember you
You were clear as ocean blue
Surely you have moved, but I am still there
Waiting for you...
You wanted to see the world
While, I gave the world to you
you loved someone else
That, I knew
Although knowing that
I still loved you
-Mobin
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THE OCEAN OF MEMORIES
Upon the shores of reverie, I stand,

Gazing at the waves that kiss the sand,
A boundless ocean of memories untold,
In its depths, a lifetime's tale unfolds.
Each ripple, a chapter from days of yore,

Moments cherished, forevermore,
A symphony of laughter, tears, and grace,
Lingering echoes of love's embrace.
With every wave that crashes ashore,

A treasure trove of emotions it bore,
Of friendships woven and hearts entwined,
In this vast expanse, our stories find.
The foamy crests, like fleeting dreams,

Moments captured in sunlit gleams,
Yet deeper currents course below,
Where the heart's secrets ebb and flow.
The sunsets paint a canvas divine,

Golden hues where memories entwine,
Time's canvas splashed with colours bold,
In this ocean, memories are retold.
But in the depths lie shadows too,

Of struggles fought, of skies turned blue,
Of lessons learnt through trials endured,
Of scars that shaped and hearts matured.
As tides of time continue their dance,
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Leaving imprints of life's every chance,

I'll stand here, where the memories soar,
Beside this ocean, forevermore.
For when life's voyage has reached its end,

And I'm called to journey around the bend,
My soul will rest in this vast sea,
Where my ocean of memories sets me free
-Alankrit Sinha
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THE BLACK WOMAN
Working all day in the bright sun,

Chained to the desires of the whites,
Drenched in my tired sweat,
With the soft sickle in my hand;
Which pierces through my hard hands,
I crave freedom.
With each bale of hay I tie,
The field is ready with the new seeds.
The explicit exploitation is unbearable;
The body is less of a human.
Nights can never be grotesque;
For the stars embrace her elegance,
Like optimism glistens in my psyche.
My children stand across the bridge,
The Brooke flows under their feet,
It waters their flamboyant intentions.
Nourishing my hardened hands,
And share the grief of separation.
The bridge connects me and them,
For the dreams cannot be chased.
The field bears less yield;
She resists being sown with guilt.
Men on the dark horses,
Whip and tear apart the little human left inside.
Oh lord! When will this deforestation stop?
Or the colour will cease to exist.
Then the grave will invite me,
Welcoming me to merge in its beauty.
-Kritika Choudhary
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SORRY
SORRY I'm sorry for the pain I've caused, For the mistakes that have left you lost.
In my shortcomings, I failed to see, the hurt I inflicted upon thee. But now, it's time
to say goodbye, To part ways with a heavy sigh. For though my apologies may not
suffice, I hope this farewell brings a better price. It's time to let go of the past, to
find healing that will forever last. I wish for you a life of joy and light, A journey
that's free from any strife. May happiness grace your every day, as you find your
own unique way. I'm sorry once more, my dear friend, but this goodbye marks a
hopeful end. Take with you the lessons learned, and let new beginnings be discerned.
For in forgiveness, lies a brand-new start, where healing can mend every broken
part. So farewell, with love and care, know that my heart will always be aware. Of
the pain I caused, the wounds I made, but now it's time to step into the shade. I
bid you farewell, with a heart sincere, hoping that in time, you'll find what's near. A
better life awaits, my friend and with this goodbye, may it never end.
SORRY
I'm sorry for the pain I've caused,
For the mistakes that have left you lost.
In my shortcomings, I failed to see,
The hurt I inflicted upon thee.
But now, it's time to say goodbye,

To part ways with a heavy sigh.
For though my apologies may not suffice,
I hope this farewell brings a better price.
It's time to let go of the past,

To find healing that will forever last.
I wish for you a life of joy and light,
A journey that's free from any strife.
May happiness grace your every day,

As you find your own unique way.
I'm sorry once more, my dear friend,
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But this goodbye marks a hopeful end.
Take with you the lessons learned,

And let new beginnings be discerned.
For in forgiveness, lies a brand new start,
Where healing can mend every broken part.
So farewell, with love and care,

Know that my heart will always be aware.
Of the pain I caused, the wounds I made,
But now it's time to step into the shade.
I bid you farewell, with a heart sincere,

Hoping that in time, you'll find what's near.
A better life awaits, my friend
And with this goodbye, may it never end.
-Martin Kithan
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एक आँसू की कहानी
एक आँसू की कहानी, उसी की जु ानी,

कभी खुशी, कभी उदासी,
कभी आस, कभी नाउिीदगी,
फकसी को मिलने की खुशी या फकसी को खोने का गि, दास्ताँ का ििंजर है या खुद ही िें
एक दास्तािं।
-खुश
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COLLATERAL DAMAGE
A faraway look,
A furrowed brow,
He glares skyward,
At the concrete mammoth springing fast.
Reminiscences of a glorious past,

Whence the construction mania was sparse,
Abundant greenery prevailed,
His forlorn eyes shadow a spark.
Young-fold mountains that we are,

At this alarming rate, aren’t we doomed!
Where are we headed?
His eyes with petrification asks.
In the warmth of the crisp summer morning,

She tilts her head sideways,
Surrendering to the thought, she has fallen in love,
Hmmm! He looks good in white, her dove eyes sizes.
She recognizes the Sensitive Spirit that he is,

Troubled by his own worldly thoughts,
Dilemma! Stuck between fantasy and actuality,
A conundrum of his own worth.
She senses the turmoil in his tone,

The Old Soul that she has become,
Rumination is but stealer of the moment,
She endeavours to awaken him to the present.
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Shielding the reflections of the light,

The concrete mammoth inflicts,
The price Mother Earth pays for a man’s greed,
It's collateral damage, my love, her empathic eyes reply.
Curbing the urge to ruffle his hair,

She leaves her hesitant hand mid-air,
She has a special place in his life,
But he cannot give his all, his eager eyes declare.
Conditions he lays, unconditionally she yields,

Certainty of tomorrow? Her glistening eyes quiz,
It’s collateral damage of the hearts, my darling,
With an assuring smile, his resolute eyes affirm.
And then… High above,

Perched atop the concrete mammoth,
The controller of their fates,
-Destiny smirked
(Tamling Sarojini Subba)
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अनेकता िें एकता
कहा जाता है फक एक जैसे लोग एक दस

ू रे को भाते हैं,
िगर मभन्न लोग भी तो एकता ददखलाते हैं।
हर कोई मभन्न है अपने ढिं ग िें,

िगर फफर भी फकतने रस हैं अनेकता के रिं ग िें।
हाथ की ऊिंगमलयों जैसे मभन्न हैं हि,

िुठ्ठी न जाएिं, तो एकता का धचह्न हैं हि।
अलग रिं ग-ढिं ग, अलग है स का स्वभाव,

लड़ते-झगड़ते हैं, िगर कि नहीिं होता प्रेि का भाव।
यूिं तो तकरारहुत हैं, हुत है अन न,

िगर एक दस
ू रे के ब ना, कहािं लगता है िन?
अलग हैं स के ोल, अलग हैं र्वचार,

फफर भी साथ ननभाते हैं,ऐसा है आपसी प्यार।
यह एकता ही हिें जोड़कर रखती है, इसे कभी खोना ित,

और कोई तुम्हें तुम्हारी एकता के र्वरुद्ि कर जाए, इस प्रकार तुि सोना ित।।
-Devanshi Gaur
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HER GODSHIP
she was sacred,

Her body a sculptured temple
crafted by lucid every bit of her!
decorated by relics that her smile lilacs
In which, shining idol of her soul blinks
But she was no holy for the agnostics,

they didn't came to worship,
they didn't knew her godship
Breaking through the modesty

They eyed everything and stripped as they pleased!
tearing down the idol,

looting the lilacs!
they called it "love"
not knowing even but of it
She was scared!

her body a shivering shamble ,
scratched by those cupids compelling their shit!
Leaving her empty and faithless,
With a soul that just bleeds!
-Sandhya
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LADDERS
A ladder, she was used as

by people selfish and cunning.
They used her for their selfish ends,
praising and decorating and
loving her while using her.
And once the climb was over
and they reached the top,
they didn't care to look back
and boasted of their hard work,
how they had reached the top.
She felt dejected and alone,

how she always became the fool,
how her once beloved innocence
betrayed her in a world of foxes.
She wasn't an angry terrible storm
but just a sad still lake whose
tears got hidden in her own waters.
She had settled with her fate
and taken her innocence
to be her foolishness.
Then one day, on her own wish

she became a ladder. A ladder
to a sweet little child flying kites.
She lifted him up in her arms
and the child lifted the kite up
from the brown branches
of the green tree.
The child smiled, smiled
and ran away with his kite.
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And she realised

how ladders are beautiful
if we be one
with our choice.
-Anisha
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COFFEE-TOFFEE
Radhika glanced wistfully at the newlywed couple sitting at the table near
the window. Fifty years ago, her love story had begun on the same table.
The coffee shop was the first place her husband had taken her to after their
marriage. That kind of love was rare in those days. Marriage was more a
ritualistic relationship than a genuinely loving one. Such intimate visits to the
coffee shop weren't common. But Manmohan was different. He wanted to
make his wife feel special, and loved. And he did that too, but his growing
years and responsibilities dampened the love he had for Radhika. On top of
all that, his elder son's arrest in a fraud case broke his heart. And with that
broke Radhika’s dream of cheerfully celebrating their fiftieth wedding
anniversary. Today she was sitting alone in the same coffee shop, trying to
find herself in the young girl and at the same time wishing, that she won't.
She was astonished that all those changing years had changed everything
but the coffee shop. It was still the same. Neither had it broken down nor
had it been modernized by time. It was all the same, except the staff. She
recognized only the owner, who was a young, energetic guy back then, and
had grown frail over the years, just like their love.
"Hey, beautiful lady, may I know what's bothering you?"
Radhika turned around, startled, to see a young boy, probably in his
twenties, sitting on the chair next to hers.
"Wha...who are you, beta?"
"I'm Pulkit," he said with a smile, "and you?"
"Radhika," was her only reply.
"I see, something's bothering you, beautiful lady."
Radhika looked at him with a straight face and said, "What's this 'beautiful
lady'? You can call me..."
"I'm calling a beautiful lady a beautiful lady, simple!" Pulkit interjected.
"But..."
"Okay, Radhika ji, it's perfectly fine. I'll call you Radhika Ji. Ji?"
Radhika nodded her head slightly.
"So, Radhika ji, may I now know the reason for these curves on your
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resplendent forehead?"
"Oh, so now it's my forehead. Anyways, why do you want to know the
reason for the curves on my 'resplendent' forehead?"
"Come on, Radhika ji, why are you beating around the bush? Say straight
away that this beautiful lady doesn't want to talk to this average-looking
man?"
"What are you saying?" Radhika exclaimed in annoyance.
Pulkit's expression grew tense.
"I didn't mean to anger you. I'm sorry," he said, his voice slightly tearing up.
He was about to get up from his chair when Radhika held his hand.
"I also didn't mean to upset you," said Radhika, looking straight into his
eyes.
And then she narrated her entire story to him. He sat motionless for a
while, then hugged her tightly.
"I can't give you the love you wish for, but maybe I can give you the love
you deserve," he said and smiled.
He took a little coffee-flavoured toffee out from his pocket and put it in her
mouth. She smiled back, with tears in her eyes.
"But who was this toffee for?"
"For my mom, and I'm sure it has reached her."
-Anisha
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KOI PUCHO
Koi pucho usse jakar

kya itna asan tha mujhko bhulana
bnai thi jo itni yaadein sath m
kya itna asan tha unn yaadon ko mitana
Mana ki sth gire the hum
kya itna asan tha har drd ko dbana
mana ki lakeer bdl gyi hmari
pr kya itna asan tha mjhe gawana
mana ki bhot preshan kia h use
pr kya itna asan tha unn haseen lamho ko bhulana
chalo mana wo shi h pr galat hum b nhi
ahem or vehm bs do hi wjh h in durio ki
jo janta wo b nhi or hm b nhi
koi pucho usse jakar
kya nhi aana usne lautkar
Ya itna asan tha sb mitana
Koi pucho usse jakar
Kya itna asan tha hume bhulana
-Nikita Jain
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MY (NOT SO) PERFECT LIE
Like the unspoken words,

My cries once again were left unheard.
Told me to come look for you when sad,
But how could I when you were the mere cause for that?
Tried to fight even with null might,

But lost again seeing you support the opposite side.
Broke me in ways too indescribable,
How come you still aren’t satisfied seeing me so vulnerable?
Thought i had you always for me,

Not knowing the promises were nothing but empty.
People say it’s nothing, that everything will be fine,
Just how do you want me to tell them that this has been going on the
whole while?
Looking at you even now makes me remember our cute old times,
But brings me back to the reality of life,
Making me realise that as I wanted it to be, this is not a lie.
-Ezrine
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TIME IS UP
Time is never ending

It goes on,
It moves on.
It is limitless.
Don't rush at the last hour of your work,
You may end up being late.
Enjoy your precious moment,
giving time to the present .
You will regret in future if you are constantly thinking of your time.
You may end being unhappy recalling past.
There is a correct time for everything to arrive, wait, have patience.
Stop rush hour ,
Meditate present now,
Put a full stop on thinking chain of thoughts that weigh you a lot of stress.
-Amandeep Kour S
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THE ONLY ONE
Have been my sun in daylight,

You were even present for me by being my moon at night.
Might have fought dozens of times,
Yet you are the one my heart always finds.
One look at you and my problems go away,

Your happiness, to God is all that I pray.
Want nothing more
Than you to always stay.
Multiple messages on Instagram discord and what not,

Yet, the one messages I always wait for is yours.
The deep talks are all meaningful with you,
All for me to be super proud that I have a best friend like you.
No matter the number of mistakes we made,

After all, at the end a true lesson is what we gained.
I also made numerous mistakes
But i had you to always help me get it all straight.
Thought you were just another common friend,

Didn’t know you would be so special back then.
Looking back I now understand
What they meant by true friends.
-Ezrine
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खेल िें आ
खेल िें आ,
तझ
ु े खेल ददखाऊँ!
शेरों का तझ
ु े,
शेर ददखाऊिं!
च्चों से जो,
करता तुलना!
आ तो सही,
तेरा िेल ददखाऊिं!
तुझे खेल ददखाऊँ!
खेलों जैसा,
खेल ददखाऊँ!
जीता है तू,
हर ददन श्जससे!
तुझे शेर ददखाऊिं!
तुझे खेल ददखाऊँ!
शेरों का तुझे,
शेर नाऊिं!
च्चों से जो,
करता तुलना!
आ तो सही,
तेरा िेल ददखाऊिं!
-Rajeev Kohli
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I PRETEND
It’s been three years

It still hurts, but I pretend
The pain in my heart grows
There is a numbness in my soul
My head is filled with memories
Ears crave your voice,
Eyes shed tears because they miss your smile
I miss your touch,
I miss the good night kisses,
I miss the bond we shared.
It still hurts, but I pretend
-Cariel Gangta
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ििंश्जल
धचरागों से ित पूछो की वो फकतना जले हैं।

असर रोशनी िें दे खो की वो फकतना उजाला कर रहे हैं।
कई सारे सपने है िेरे,जो ददल िें िेरे पल रहे हैं।
वो तो कािया ी ही ताएगी की हि फकतना तेज चल रहे हैं।
वक्त है ीत जायेगा ेशक सब्र तो हि कर रहे हैं।
जिाने के ोल पर िें अभी खािोश हूिं,पर ये ना सिझना की हि डर रहे हैं।
कई सी धचिंगाररया है ,जो दनु नया के लोग उगल रहे हैं।
वो तो वक्त ही ताएगा की वो फकतना अकड़ रहे हैं।
थोड़ा सा सब्र और जवा अभी ाकी है ।
जल्द ही जवन होगा ,हि ििंश्जल के करी ढ़ रहे हैं।
-Kajal goud
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LOVE'S RENEWAL
What's come between us, can you see?

Not the old talks, nor love's mystery.
I know I couldn't be what you wished to find,

But, my love, why not say what's on your mind?
Why did we end up so lost and blind,
When we could have been loving and kind?
Why, oh why, did we let things fray?

Let's start anew, find a brighter way.
Hand in hand, let's rediscover the delight,
And make our love strong, shining so bright.
What's hiding here, can't you tell?

Maybe it's love, still doing quite well.
In this new chapter, let's paint a fresh scene,

In each other's hearts, find what's been unseen.
Love reborn, with hope and grace,
Our hearts united in a warm embrace.
So, let's solve this puzzle, my love,

In our love story, let's find the happy end.
-Abhay Singh
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MOONLIT CONFESSIONS
The night without sleep, a restless plea,

I ventured to the rooftop, just my thoughts and me.
Upon the rooftop, a chance encounter so rare,
Not with someone, but the moon's tender glare.
Hours of conversation, the night's gentle sway,

Amidst the whispers, the moon inquired your way.
Once again, cruelly, memories intervened,
In the tapestry of your thoughts, I was caught, it seemed.
-Abhay Singh
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िह ू तुम्हें नाना था
ना अल्फाजों का पता था, ना ही शब्दों का कोई दठकाना था।

ख्यालों का फकस्सा था और िोहब् त का अफसाना था।
शायद कुदरत का कोई कररविा था।
गामल िुझे तुिसे मिलाना था।
रात थी अिंिेरा था, तुिने फकया उजाला था।
जो कहीिं था तन्हा तन्हा, ददल से उसे लगाना था।
जो इवक था नछपा हुआ, तुम्हें उसे ताना था।
ददन यहीिं था आज का, हािं िह ू तम्
ु हें नाना था।
िह ू तुम्हें नाना था....
-Kajal goud
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AN IGNORANT BATTLE, (INSPIRED BY MATHEW ARNOLD'S "DOVER

BEACH")
The Twilight phase of thought where we can't separate those two sides,
Don't ask about that beach like thought as these are a harvest of skeptical
minds....
Hanging amidst the part of wrong and right,

But it is just a different perspective of an ideal sight...
For what we are fighting and why,

The human mind is a well of fancies that leads the two unique fly..
The heart will go in pang with each other's dispute point,

And reinforcing us to clash in that darkling night...
-Megha kumari
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हािं, तो प्रेि क्या हैं?
हािं, तो प्रेि क्या हैं ?
क्या प्रेि मिलना है या ब छड़ना?

साथ है या है कही र्वयोग सहना?
पास है या है दरू रहना?
िंिन है या आसिानों िें कही उड़ना ?
है स की कुछ अपनी आशा,

श्जसिे है कुछ चाहत और कुछ अमभलाषा,
श्जसने जो सिझ ािंिा,
ना ददया उसे ही प्रेि की पररभाषा।
पर है प्रेि हर िंिन से िुक्त,

र्वववास और सम्िानों से यक्
ु त,
न कोई आशा न कोई ददलासा,
प्रेि तो है स िन की सक्
ू त।
यदद प्रेि मशव का इिंतजार है,

तो सती का त्याग भी है।
है ये िीरा का भजन,
तो रािा का अमभिान भी है।
साथ रूपिणण के र्ववाह का प्रिाण भी है।
प्रेि अगर राि सेतु ािंि है ,

तो सीता का अर्ूर् र्वववास भी है ।
यदद प्रेि रावण वि है,
तो सीता का इिंतजार भी है।
प्रेि यदद ररवतों का सिंगि है ,

तो हर िंिन से िश्ु क्त भी प्रेि है ।
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यदद प्रेि क्षक्षतीज है ,

तो िरती और आकाश का र्वयोग भी प्रेि है।
-Megha kumari
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ASPIRANTS, THE JOURNEY FOR SUCCESS
Failure gives us a chance to change,

So we need to move out of our range.
Distraction should be given some outer space,
Focusing on our goals will make us score an ace.
During the journey you will use a lot of ink,

And the things will go as you want them to get link,
We need large amount of water for growing rice,
Similarly huge amount of practice gives us a rise.
Pressure of test will put you in a dark,

And make your comeback as the brightest spark.
Make a planner with your pen,
And don't share it with any other men.
Let your success speak like a lion's roar,

And let your patience take you to the success door.
Never forget the people who motivated you,
And always pray for the people who demotivated you.
-Zohair Sadikot
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AN ODE TO MY INNER CHILD
Silence filled the ears at eight,

Her parents, don't talk, fate!
Their fights, a storm, in silence brew,
But she, so young, unaware what's true.
The nine-year-old finds, She's a product of unhappy binds.

Ten years old, wise beyond her years, Her parents' union held by society's
fears.
Beside her, a sister, young,

Together they faced the unsung.
At eleven, her mother's pain she sees,
Her tender heart, it aims to ease.
Her sister at her side, age twelve,

With courage, they delve.
Thirteen comes, a heavy load to bear,
Her mother's strength, beyond compare.
Relatives, like chains, they provoke,

Fourteen-year-old's voice, they choke.
Fifteen, yearns to fit right in,

Friends' approval, Comments dig in
But at sixteen, a secret dread,
What if they knew her parents' don't sleep in the same bed?
Seventeen, she feels a weight,

A constant burden, it's her fate.
Eighteen now, the days grow cold,
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Career? limited options she was told.

Nineteen, she seeks love outside,
Twenty, she hopes to confide.
At twenty one, broken hearts reveal,

The love she sought was always real.
At twenty-two, in a city anew,

All around her true love & light
A future, Oh so bright!
They work hard to pave their way,
For a happier, brand-new day.
-Tamanna Miglani
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THE DEPARTED
He looked up at the dotted sky. The arc-moon shined elegantly amidst the
stars. Bare branches of the trees have crawled up the sky in dark twists
and turns. Wiping the sweat off his face and knotting the bag in the other
hand into a tight grasp, he mumbled, ‘it’s getting late,’ and quickened his
pace. The tops of tall looming trees overlooked the lonely passenger walking
in the midst of them. The road was narrow with thick bushes and trees on
either side. ‘It’s strange under the moon,’ he thought, ‘everything appears
like shadows, few intensely dark and few dimly dark, but only in shadows,’
he smirked. He carried no torch, as he felt comfortable under the moon.
Though it was only an hour after twilight, the scarce populace at the
junctions and villages made it feel like midnight. Like birds retracting to their
nests at dusk, people have retracted to their homes. Except for a few
shops, the roads, and the villages looked abandoned. He kept walking
listening to his own footsteps. He has been walking for a while now; his
muscles have begun to ache. The lactic acid in the ligaments and tendons
urged him to stop, he began breathing heavily by then. Yet his bony stature
kept walking steadfastly. Spotting lights at a distance, and guessing it to be
the next junction, he walked in that direction, reminding himself ‘next is the
mountain.’ As he neared, the lights grew farther apart expanding into a
junction. There were barely any people. He went to a shop to get some
water. A woman with an inquiring glance appeared behind the stacked
containers. Freshly bathed and elegantly dressed in a nighty, she
mesmerised him. Her fresh scent and the sound of her dangling bangles
distracted him. She whipped her brows in a ‘what?’ Some distant part of his
mind absorbed it and his mouth mumbled out ‘water’ and handed her the
bottle. Like anchors hooking the ship and the seabed, his eyes clung onto
her. As she walked to the water-filter, his eyes followed her. He felt like
hugging her and kissing her, consuming her fragrance. His heart raced as
she walked back and put the bottle on the stacked containers. He averted
his gaze hurrying to his wallet. He gave her the money. She took it and put
back the change on the container. Some of the change fell and she bent
down to pick it up. As she handed back the change, he felt her soft hands.
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A flood of adrenaline gushed his blood. His ears became warm and his
fingers started pulsating. Stuttering there for a while with a fluttering heart,
he walked away from there. He turned back to look at her before vanishing
into the darkness beyond.
He creaked the bottle open and drank the cold water. The cold stream ran
down tasting sweet and precious. ‘Chhhaa…!!! Should have stayed there a
while longer.’ He laughed heartily punching his fist into the other palm. He
felt revived. All the tiredness disappeared, making it seem as a fresh start in
the journey. His steps became lite and chirpy. Humming a song and
laughing in excitement, he swung the bag into the air, ‘baby, I don’t need
dollar bills to have fun tonight…I love cheap thrills.’ He hummed the lyrics,
trying to sync his footsteps with it. Suddenly he felt a sharp pain the
stomach, like a needle piercing. Then a knot wriggling. Becoming extremely
cautious, he immediately slowed down and bent low. The pain burst out,
getting sharp and intense with every moment. He hurried to his bag,
searching the zips frantically. In a sudden convulsion, gritting his teeth he
collapsed, going down to a foetal position holding his guts. The pain of
million needles piercing jabbed him.
Lying there alone, he whimpered in utter helplessness. Unable to contain the

pain within, he convulsed and wriggled helplessly. In a jolt he vomited. He
struggled to breathe with his cramped chest. He laid still for a long time.
After what seemed an eternity, he gathered strength to unzip the backpack.
He took out few pills and gulped them with water. Exhausted and drained
out, he laid still. Shivering. When the pain has subsided to a mild throb, he
slowly gathered himself. Dusting off his clothes and wiping his mouth, he got
ready to leave. He kept looking at the thick fluid on his hand. He knew
what it was and what it meant. It was his blood and it meant, ‘there’s not
much time.’ He resumed walking impassively…
The Dying Man
‘Prepare for his discharge Bhanu.’ The doctor told the nurse with pity.
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‘How many more months’ doctor?’
‘Months Bhanu!?’ the doctor exclaimed looking up in sad surprise.
‘Hardly weeks…maybe a week or two’ he replied flatly and went back to the
reports.
They have completed radiation therapy and shifted him to the ward. He was
under sedative, lying on the bed, weak and tired. It has been a month and
half since he was admitted there under the diagnosis of stage three stomach
cancer.
‘The tumours are not responding to the radiation and the chemo’ the doctor
said shaking his head in anguish as he went through the reports.
‘It was out of our hands even at the time of his admission Bhanu.’ The
doctor paused and looked at Bhanu. ‘The side effects of the chemo and the
radiation are killing him much faster…’ he continued in a tone of grief and
sadness. ‘Convey his family and prepare for his discharge.’ the doctor rose
from the chair concludingly. He handed her the reports and walked out of
the ward. Bhanu stared at him with pity and a while later she too left.
She was a veteran nurse working in the Cancer hospital for years. She has
witnessed people die all through her professional career. She was more
familiar with death than with life. But it was different with him. The thing that
he was going to die filled her with sorrow. It was not that she expected him
to live, but she didn’t expect it to be that quick. It was the parting, the final
parting, and the feeling that she would never see him again made her feel
bitter. As she walked across the hall, looking at the patients. Memories
flogged her mind, choking her throat.
It was during the initial days of his admission. Before the treatment began,
as a part of the palliative care, she tried interacting with him in order to
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make him feel comfortable and optimistic towards the treatment and
recovery. He listened without interrupting. Yet feeling unconvinced with the
way he listened, she pulled her chair near and began again ardently.
Suddenly he interrupted. Holding her hand, he said in an appeasing way,
‘Madam, Madam, I don’t have any desire to live. It’s okay for me to die. All
I hope is a quicker end. The quicker the better.’ Letting out a deep exhale,
he turned away. His plain words stunned her for a moment. He sounded as
if he had been waiting for his end from a long time. Finding no words to
counter back or to reconcile, she got up and left. After that, she made many
attempts to interact with him. Every time, he either reproached or retorted
her attempts. Slowly she started finding a huge gulf between him and the
other patients. With other patients, they listened to her with the need for
sympathy or reacted in mad rage. Either way she felt her upper hand as the
caregiver. But with him, it was… she didn’t know. He just didn’t care. He
was mostly reclusive. Even with his parents. He either acted restless or
asked them to leave after a small chat. And with relatives, he avoided them
altogether. He spent most of the time looking out of the window or by
reading some book. He ignited a kind of interest in her. She felt like a
circus trainer trying to wield her control over an indomitable beast.
One day, while he was taken for radiation, she walked over to his bed and
pulled out a book under his pillow. ‘Crime and Punishment.’ She twirl-
opened the pages. The pages looked worn and crumpled. In between the
pages she found bits of paper. She took out one such paper. The writing
was small and barely legible. Stiffening it between her fingers and narrowing
her eyes, she read,
‘I close my eyes eagerly not to open them again,
With my eyes closed tight,
I pray hard to make it my last night.

But I wake up the next morning in the same stagnant life
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All I see in this darkness are the still furniture and my stale life.
I peep out of the window,
To watch people run
Some after money, some after fame, and some after sex
Some…., after something….
But me, hiding and watching them
Am I not one among??’
She flipped a few more pages and found another,
‘In an endless ocean; I am half-afloat. I neither hold the desire to stay afloat
nor to swim ashore. I only wait. To sink.’
she flipped few more and found,
‘In a purposeless life, I struggled to fit in the illusion called purpose.’
As she flipped further, she found a much fresh one,
‘Is the love I have for you is an attempt to fill my voids of vulnerabilities
and insecurities? If so, have I betrayed you?’
She shut the book and exhaled. The views she held upon him shattered.
From the days later on, she began approaching him more like a normal
person willing to listen and interact rather than administering her professional
care. Surprisingly, he responded with warmth. Some days, they nodded at
each other, some days they chatted for hours and some days when she
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was off duty, they even watched movies on her phone. A fragile bond with
a touch of professionalism and friendship blossomed between them. The little
time they spent, they spent authentically.
‘Somehow, I became too old to live while I was still young Bhanu,’ he told
her one day. His tone was low and filled with deep regret. She frowned and
inclined forward expecting him to continue. But he turned mute. Then she
noticed his eyes. Vague and scattered eyes. Though they were looking at
her, deep inside she knew they were lost somewhere; like in a delirium, a
half-sunk half-dizzy delirium. ‘Did something terrible happen in your life?’ she
asked peering at him. ‘That made you having thoughts like this?’ His
scattered eyes suddenly collected back clouding with suspicion, ‘No.’ he
hissed. When she tried to ponder further, he replied flatly, ‘let’s not talk
about it’ he concluded and turned away, giving her no chance to ask further.
As weeks rolled by, with increasing period of his stay in the hospital, he
began suffering with bouts of anxiety and depression. It was evident that he
needed special care and attention. Yet he never yielded. He threw temper
tantrums and acted impulsively allowing nobody near him. Even she felt
irritated with his behaviour. These bouts lasted for weeks, eventually turning
him even more silent and solitary. The duration of their chats shrank
drastically. From one point, she just sat there silently for a couple of
minutes and left. One such evening, as she sat at his bed, he said pointing
his finger at her, ‘when you begin to fall, you start experiencing strange
solace in your own downfall.’ ‘What?’ she asked, leaning forward. He looked
at her and broke into a hysteric laughter. As he kept laughing, his face
reddened and began to swell. Anger boiled up in her. Suddenly the laughter
turned into a coughing fit and eventually he broke down to bitter sobs and
tears. She felt sudden pity. A kind of a pity that we feel when witnessing a
dying person. They talked less and less after that. She remained a spectator
trying her best to keep him company as she witnessed him disintegrate brick
by brick.
The night sky was filled with the rumbles of the heavy clouds. The wind
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was cold on the city filled with bright lights. Through the window he watched
the bustling traffic below. From his vantage the world outside, looked vibrant
and cheerful. He wanted to be there., feeling the cold wind and breathing
the dusty air. With a little smile and chirpiness, he turned his head into the
ward. As his eyes adjusted and began absorbing the dark surroundings, he
felt being wrapped in a suffocating blanket of gloom and despair.
The dimly lit hall with beds scattered along the walls was little less than
silent as the patients carried along with strange calmness. Some sleeping,
some sitting, and some with friends and relatives and some just staring
blank. Burden and melancholy weighed heavily upon the hall. Except for the
occasional intrusion of the nurses, the hall persisted an eerie silence. The
Silence of helplessness. The kind of Helplessness that stems from
uncertainty. Something as uncertain as their fate. The turmoil of flickering
hope and consuming fear has crushed them to death silence. They were the
people stuck half-way through death. Not knowing whether they’ll be let out
alive or dead. Either way they knew that it would be slow and painful.
Bhanu walked over to him. Her shift was finished. He smiled at her; she
smiled back.
‘How many more days Bhanu?’ he asked as she unwrapped the medication
kit. She paused, taking a moment without looking at him. Then keeping the
kit aside, she said,
‘Maybe a week or two. We are already preparing for your discharge.

Tomorrow or day-after you’ll be gone home.’ She finished in plain words.
He turned away knitting his brows and trying to concentrate on the traffic
below. A while later,
‘I cannot live like this anymore Bhanu…I cannot…I don’t want to live like this’,
he pleaded sadly. Suddenly, like a serpent, he rose from the bed and held
her hands. She jumped back in fear. With red and bulging eyes, he held
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her hands, and pleaded her monotonously repeating those very words again
and again.
His delirious eyes now burned intensely in his pale face. She was scared
looking at him. Her wrists felt crushed in his firm grasp. Stunned at watching
him like this, and shocked at the strength, she tried to wriggle off. He
suddenly let go of her and fell back gasping for breath.
‘I cannot Bhanu…I cannot. Here it’s morbid silence and at home it will be
tears and goodbyes.’ ‘I don’t want any of it.’
‘What will you do then?’ she retorted, angrily rubbing her reddened wrists.
‘I don’t know. I just don’t want to be here.’
Already fed up with the day’s hectic work, she felt, she had had enough.
Venting her anger on him was the last thing she wanted. She administered
his medication and left silently. She felt bewildered with the whole scene
and decided to talk about it the next day.
Next day by the time she came, due to some God forbidden reason, and
some medical complications that occurred overnight he has slipped into a
coma.
By the time he reached the mountain, stark fear that he would die that night
took over his mind. Looking at the enormous black mountain, his limbs froze
and refused to move. Battling the urge to give up the climb, he took his first
step. The path was dark and barely visible. The moonlight failed to
penetrate the thick canopy of the trees. Tracing the landmarks and relying
upon memory, he kept ascending. He left his backpack after a little trek as
it slowed down his pace and drained his precious little energy. He kept his
water bottle and painkillers with him. He knew that his time was shrinking
rapidly and he had to make it to the top before time ran out. Few more
yards up, he blacked out and collapsed. It took him many minutes to
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recover and resume his climbing. The more steps he took, the more
exhausted he became. His lungs burned and desperately gasped for breath.
His limbs trembled beyond control. With passing minutes, the journey
worsened even more. Blackouts became frequent, dry vomits threatened to
shred his guts apart. And his bowels started leaking. He felt sore and
perforated like a fresh wound. Fear of death before reaching the top
threatened him. At a clearing half-way up the mountain, he collapsed
wanting to quit. But looking around he saw nothing but darkness. The
darkness waited upon him like a formless beast. A sudden feeling of dying
nowhere made him shudder. Then he looked up, at the neat, dotted sky. All
his fears subsided, and everything became clear. With fuelled grit he
resumed the trek. He stopped frequently to rest, but he didn’t stop climbing.
The only conviction to reach the top propelled him step after step. By the
time, he reached the top, he was crawling on his knees. Covered in dust,
bruises, and vomit he finally made it to the top.
He dragged himself to a nearby rock and leaned against it. A soothing cold
wind blew over him. The touch of it instantly made him forget his suffering.
He looked up at the sky. The view his eyes beheld at that moment
delivered him from all the earthly suffering. The stars of the sky and the
lights of the valley merged into a beautiful unique picturesque. As peace
seeped in, a smile filled his face and froze…
That evening Bhanu stood crying bitterly as they shifted his lifeless body
from the ward and handed it over to his family.
-Ashok
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ARYAN'S TRIUMPH: FROM REJECTION TO LITERARY STARDOM
In the vibrant city of Bettiah, there once lived a determined and resilient boy
named Aryan. From a young age, Aryan had a deep passion for writing and
aspired to become a successful and famous author. However, his journey
towards literary success was not without its challenges.
Aryan faced numerous rejections and setbacks in his pursuit of becoming a

renowned writer. Many publishers turned down his manuscripts, and he often
felt discouraged. But Aryan refused to let these obstacles dampen his spirits.
He believed in his writing abilities and knew that with perseverance, his
dreams could become a reality.
With each rejection, Aryan honed his craft and learned from his mistakes.
He attended writing workshops, read extensively, and sought feedback from
fellow writers. Aryan understood that failure was a natural part of the writing
process and used it as motivation to improve.
Through sheer determination and a relentless work ethic, Aryan's writing

began to resonate with readers. His unique storytelling style and heartfelt
narratives captivated the hearts and minds of his audience. Word of his
talent spread, and soon, Aryan's books became highly sought-after.
Today, Aryan is a celebrated and famous author, known for his thought-
provoking and emotionally impactful writing. His books explore deep topics
like love, friendship, harmony, and societal issues, touching the lives of
readers around the world. Aryan's success is a testament to his unwavering
dedication and belief in his craft.
Aspiring writers often seek Aryan's guidance and advice. He encourages

them to embrace failure as a stepping stone to success and to never give
up on their dreams. Aryan's journey from facing rejections to becoming a
renowned writer serves as an inspiration to all those who are passionate
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about the power of words.
So, if you ever find yourself facing setbacks in your writing journey,
remember Aryan's story. Embrace the challenges, keep refining your skills,
and believe in the power of your words. Success may be just a few
chapters away, waiting for you to pen it down.
-Aryan Kumar
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BRUSHES AND WORDS: A TALE OF ARTISTIC FRIENDSHIP
Once upon a time in the vibrant city of Bettiah, there lived two best friends
named Aryan and Aditya. They were inseparable, like two sides of the same
coin. Their friendship was a beautiful symphony, filled with laughter, support,
and shared dreams.
Aryan, with his creative mind and a heart full of words, was a budding
writer. His pen danced across the pages, weaving stories that touched the
souls of readers. Aditya, on the other hand, possessed a remarkable talent
for art. With his paintbrush as his wand, he brought colours to life, creating
breath-taking masterpieces that stirred emotions.
Their friendship blossomed during their early school days. They would spend
countless hours together, sharing their dreams, aspirations, and even their
fears. Aryan would often read his stories to Aditya, who would listen with
rapt attention, his eyes twinkling with admiration. Aditya, in return, would
create beautiful illustrations to accompany Aryan's tales, bringing them to life
in vibrant hues.
As they grew older, their bond only strengthened. They faced the ups and
downs of life together, supporting each other through thick and thin. Aryan
would encourage Aditya during his art exhibitions, cheering him on as he
showcased his talent to the world. Aditya, in turn, would inspire Aryan with
his artwork, providing visual inspiration for his writing.
Their friendship was not just limited to their respective passions. They
shared countless adventures, exploring the world around them. From hiking
in the mountains to strolling along the sandy beaches, they created
memories that would last a lifetime. They laughed together, cried together,
and celebrated each other's successes as if they were their own.
But like any friendship, Aryan and Aditya also faced challenges. There were
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times when misunderstandings would arise, causing temporary rifts between

them. However, their bond was unbreakable. They would always find a way
to bridge the gap, apologizing, forgiving, and growing stronger through the
process.
Years passed, and Aryan and Aditya's friendship remained unwavering. They
achieved success in their respective fields, with Aryan becoming a renowned
author and Aditya gaining recognition as a celebrated artist. Despite their
individual accomplishments, they never let fame or fortune come between
them. Their friendship was built on a foundation of love, trust, and
unwavering support.
As they looked back on their journey, Aryan and Aditya realized that their
friendship was a gift that enriched their lives
-Aryan Kumar
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SHINING STARS: EMBRACING THE BRILLIANCE WITHIN EVERY

STUDENT
Once upon a time in the bustling town of Bettiah, there was a class filled
with diverse students, each with their own unique abilities and strengths. At
the top of the class was Uttam, a brilliant and diligent student who
consistently achieved top grades. Uttam's intelligence and dedication were
admired by many, and he was often hailed as the class topper.
On the other end of the spectrum, there was Aryan, an average student
who possessed a different kind of intelligence. While he may not have
always topped the class, Aryan was known for his genuine curiosity and
thirst for knowledge. He had a knack for thinking outside the box and
approaching problems from different angles. Aryan's creativity and critical
thinking skills set him apart, even though his grades may not have reflected
his true potential.
Within the class, there were also other average students, each with their
own unique talents and abilities. Some were great at sports, while others
excelled in the arts or had a natural talent for music. Despite not being at
the top of the class academically, these students had their own strengths
that made them shine in their own way.
As the academic year progressed, Uttam continued to excel, earning praise

and recognition for his achievements. However, Aryan and the other average
students were not discouraged. They knew that success was not solely
determined by grades, but by the ability to adapt, learn, and grow in various
areas of life.
Aryan, with his natural curiosity, sought knowledge beyond the confines of
textbooks. He delved into different subjects, exploring his interests and
expanding his horizons. He discovered a passion for writing, using his words
to express his thoughts and emotions. Aryan's creativity and unique
perspective allowed him to connect with others on a deeper level, inspiring
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his peers to think differently and embrace their own individuality.
Meanwhile, the other average students found their own paths to success.
Some discovered their talents in sports, becoming star athletes who
represented their school with pride. Others found solace in the arts,
expressing their emotions through paintings, music, and dance. Each student,
in their own way, contributed to the vibrant tapestry of the class, showcasing
their unique abilities and making a positive impact.
As the academic year came to a close, Uttam's achievements were

celebrated, and he rightfully earned his title as the class topper. But the true
beauty of the class lay in the fact that success was not limited to a single
measure. Aryan and the other average students, with their diverse talents
and passions, had
-Aryan Kumar
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NIYAHARTI HUN
Jab tum Apni phone mein dekhte hoh toh niyaharti hun
Jab tum choti choti baat baatate hoh apni toh niyaharti hun
Jab tum apne dard bhare jazbat baate hoh toh niyaharti hun
Tum jab thaake duniya se mere pass aate hoh toh mein niyaharti hun
Jab tum bina dare Apno mohabbat ka jikr karte toh mein Niyaharti hun
Jab tum baat aage ki karte hoh aur usme mera zikar hota hai toh niyaharti
hun
Jab tum Mera zikkar yun hi kar dete hoh toh niyaharti hun
-Diya Sandeep Banthia
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साहसी लड़की
िाना िश्ु वकल है राहें ,

िाना िश्ु वकल है हालत,
िाना िश्ु वकल है वक्त,
खद
ु ा ने श्जसे चन
ु ा है वो भी तो है ददलेर
कहािं आसानी से छोड़ता है वो िुश्वकल राहें
उसे खुदा ने चुना है जीने के वास्ते,
िोहब् त के वास्ते, िुस्कुराहर् के वास्ते ।
कि न सिझना उसे फकसी से वनाि हि से ुरा कोई न होगा, याद रणखएगा ये ात।
चलो अ एक िुस्कुराहर् तो नती है िेरे नाि।
-Bhagavti aakad
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THODI TOH SHARAM KAR LO
Kis dharm me likha hai

Aurat bhog ki vastu hai
Usi ko gaali me upyog karte ho
Jis kokh se utpann huye ho
Jiske wajah se sampann huye ho
Us kokh ki toh izzat kar lo
Us warg ki toh izzat kar lo
Thodi toh sharam kar lo
Kav dosh de dete ho kapdo ka
Kav keh dete ho khane ka dosh hai
Kav keh dete ho dusri jaati dharam ki hai
Kav kehte ho charitra me khot hai
Uska hasla toh balatkar hi hona tha
Aurat hona agar galti hai
Toh tm v us galti ki kokh se hi janne ho
Apne har karmo ko uske sir madh dete ho
Toh sabse badi galti toh tm hi ho
Agar aurat sirf sambhog ke liye janmi hai
Aisi soch rakhte ho toh
Maansik vikriti ke shikar ho tm
Us kokh par gaali ho tm
Jiske ansh ho tm
Wo v 1 aurat hai ye kaise bhul jate ho
Agar 1 aurat hona paap hai toh
Usi paap ki nishani ho tm
Apne hawas se thoda upar uth jao
Jiske wajah se sampann huye ho
Us kokh ki toh izzat kar lo
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Us warg ki toh izzat kar lo

Thodi toh sharam kar lo
-Chitra Jaiswal
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NAZARIYA
Maine tumhe alag nazar nahi nazariye se dekha hai

Mere nazar me tmsa na koi hai na hua hai
Par tumhari nazar me mere se laakhon hai
Kayi mujhse behtar toh kayi mere barabar hai
Jab laakhon se alag nahi main
Toh kya tumne mujhe jana
Maine tumhare sath kaate har pal ko
Jannat-e-bahaar maana hai
Tm mere liye koi vikalp nahi, Mere ehsaas ho tm
Par tumhare liye main jazbaat-e-bayaan ka zariya hu
Main tumhare liye sirf 1 vikalp hi toh hu
Jab mann kiya izhaar-e-ishq kiya
Jab mann kiya usse namanjoor kiya
Maine har rashmo ke pare tmko maana hai
Tumhare liye duniya jahaan ke khushiyon ko bekaar mana hai
Par tumhare liye toh main sirf 1 majboori si hu
Jisko tumhe be mann nibhate jana hai
Maine tumhe mohabbat-e-paak mana hai
Par tumhare liye toh main sirf
Tumhare napaak mansubo ko pura karne ki zarurat hu
Main tumhare rooh se judi huyi hu
Aur tumhare liye main sirf 1 jismani tukda hu
Ye baatein main jaan ke v anjaan banti hu
Ye soch kar kav tumhare khayalat badalenge
Shayad tm v kav ye ehsaas karoge
Ki mujhsa na koi hai na hua hai
Maine tumhe alag nazar nahi nazariye se dekha hai
Mere nazar me tmsa na koi hai na hua hai
Par tumhari nazar me mere se laakhon hai
Kayi mujhse behtar toh kayi mere barabar hai
-Chitra Jaiswal
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BEAUTY OF PHYSICS
In realms unseen, where mysteries reside,

A dance of forces, a symphony of stride,
Lies the beauty of physics, a tapestry so grand,
Woven with equations and concepts hand in hand.
Oh, the elegance of motion, a ballet in the air,

Particles and planets, a cosmic affair,
Gravity's gentle embrace, curving spacetime's hue,
Unveiling the secrets of the universe, anew.
Electric whispers, magnetic embrace,

Light painting spectra with graceful grace,
Particles colliding, energies set free,
Revealing the essence of what's meant to be.
Quantum realms shimmer, uncertainty's embrace,

Where particles waltz in a quantum space,
Uncloaking the truth with uncertainty untamed,
In the heart of the small, the universe proclaimed.
From atoms to galaxies, a harmonious design,

In equations and constants, revelations align,
The beauty of physics, a melody so rare,
Unveiling the cosmos with elegance and flair.
So let us delve deep into nature's embrace,

Seeking the secrets of time and of space,
For the beauty of physics, a wonder to behold,
A story of existence, in equations, unfolds.
-Yug Viramgama
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तहजी
कन्या हो दे वी हो ति
ु यह कहकर भी श्न्दशे लगाई जाती हैं
ऐसे ही लड़की होने की तहजी मसखाई जाती हैं
हँसते िस्
ु कुराते चेहरों पर शिि की कामलख लगाई जाती हैं
चहचहाती धचडड़या को खािोशी मसखाई जाती हैं
आजाद पररिंदे सी उसे घर की चार ददवारी िे र्पजरे सी नछपाई जाती हैं
कोई भी हो ात िगर वो ही गलत है यही ात मसखाई जाती हैं
ऐसे ही लड़की होने की तहजी मसखाई जाती हैं।।
-फाल्गुनी वैष्णव
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SCRIBBLE
What was my fault !?

Where did I went wrong !?
Was it because I trusted or
Was it because I got attached !?
Or maybe it all happened because I am easily replaceable !?
Was it !?
Is it !?
Am I !?
I have always hated changes,
But somehow it seems that it has been the only constant thing in my life.
Maybe it is because I have always been the one who has been changed,
replaced, overlooked.
They say breakups will hurt you the most
But I don't find myself trusting that.
I say friendships will hurt you the most
But people don't find themselves trusting that.
Anyway no one wants to listen to that, to me
Because who even cares
Who cares what I write
Who cares what I feel
Who cares what happened to me
Who cares if I am hurt or not
And why should they, Afterall they never promised to be there,
They never promised to give attention,
They never promised that they won't make you feel alone,
They never promised that they will be there.
They never did. They never will.
I won't let them. Not now, not ever.
(I hope I stay true to that though.)
-Gauriii
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THE EXTERNAL BEAUTY
Whenever it turns itself

It turns them exposed
It is sophisticated and striking
The lotus eyes
The elegant lashes
The lax voice
And the amatory touch
The gorgeous outfit
Over the delicate body
The filaments of hair wafting
Alongside the breeze across the face
The charismatic smile
And the childish laughter
All are gifts of God
Innocent look
And peaceful emotions
Fearless stares
And revengeful arguments
Add magnificence to your external beauty
And makes you even more eye-catching
And appealing
May you find your cherished
Before it’s too late!
-Hrishikesh Goswami
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I'LL BE WATCHING OVER YOU
My Love,
I will be watching over you in the form of a lightning firefly removing
darkness from your life.
I will be watching over you in the form of tiny rain droplets quenching the
thirst of your empty soul.
I will be watching over you in the form of a soothing breeze blowing on
your burning injuries.
I will be watching over you in the form of green trees providing you a
healthy breath.
I will be watching over you in the form of the bright sunshine waking you
up from your sweet sleep.
I will be watching over you in the form of starry moonlight illuminating the
path of your victory.
I will be watching over you in the form of the white snow creating the igloo
of our past memories.
I will be watching over you in the form of the naughty sea waves, playing
and cheering you up on your bad day.
I will be watching over you in the form of a seven-layered rainbow scattering
different colours in your journey.
I will be watching over you in the form of a mango full summer creating
sweet and sour taste on your lips.
I will be watching over you in the form of a flowerful spring spreading the
fragrance of hope.
Remember this, I will be always watching over you in some or the other
form of nature even if death do us apart. I am going to look after you
forever from heaven.
Just look up and feel me. I will be around you somewhere smiling at you...
Love,
Always Yours
-Krati
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GRIM REALITY
I know I am a burden
drowning my thoughts deep
in my core. I knew it a
hard way, it is a curse to
being a girl, where people
set a limited boundaries
for a girl child to fly.
Where she has been
designed to live for others.
Like a bird, I always want
to dance in the air.
Leaving my all worries and
boundaries. So that, I can
fly with no wings to claim.
I want to hold the sky
with no barriers to tame.
And leave my soul behind
any shame.
But today, I saw a realm
of reality and I quit
because I have lifted
With no wings to fly.
-Sheen Fayaz
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A PARADE OF QUESTIONS
On the morning of January 26th, young Ruhi, at the tender age of seven,
was bubbling with excitement. Today was a day she had eagerly awaited -
Republic Day. Her parents had bought her a special dress just for this
occasion, a pristine white frock adorned with a green and orange flower
brooch on the left side, matching the colors of the Indian flag's border. As
she carefully examined herself in the mirror, a radiant sense of pride
washed over her. Her grandfather had always regaled her with tales of
India's struggle for independence and the sacrifices made by countless
freedom fighters. It was these stories that had ignited a spark of patriotism
within young Ruhi, and today, she was ready to witness living history
herself.
When she heard her mother calling from downstairs, she picked up her hair
clip and put it on, getting ready to go. With their hearts brimming with
anticipation, Ruhi, her parents, and her three-year-old brother, climbed into
the car as they bid farewell to her grandfather. Ruhi couldn't help but share
her excitement. "Grandpa," she exclaimed, "Today's the day! We're going to
see the Republic Day Parade!"
Her grandfather's eyes filled with pride as he patted her hair softly. "Yes, my
little Ruhi, I am sure you'll enjoy it. I will wait for you. Come back safely."
As they reached the parade ground, they found their seats, settling with the
crowd. The atmosphere was electrifying, with a sense of unity and patriotism
in the air. The ceremony began with the arrival of the Prime Minister,
followed by the hoisting of the National Flag. Ruhi's heart swelled with pride
as her eyes witnessed the tricolor unfurling against the clear sky.
The parade commenced, offering a vibrant display of India's cultural diversity

and military prowess. The marching contingents, the impressive floats, and
the synchronized drills of the armed forces left Ruhi spellbound. She couldn't
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help but clap and cheer along with the crowd.
As the parade progressed, showcasing the unique culture and traditions of

different states, Ruhi began to notice something unexpected nagging at her
young mind. After what felt like an eternity of awe-inspiring performances,
the parade finally concluded. Ruhi, still deep in thought, joined her family as
they made their way back home.
Upon reaching home, her grandfather welcomed them with a warm smile on
his face, while Ruhi's little brother rushed into her grandfather's arms, she
stood quietly, lost in her contemplation. Her grandfather sensed her unease
and gently called her over, inviting her into his embrace. "What's troubling
you, my dear?" he asked.
With a furrowed brow, Ruhi finally voiced her thoughts, "Grandpa, the
parade was fantastic, and I loved every moment of it. But I can't stop
thinking about something. Why were there floats representing each state
separately? Why wasn't there a float representing all of India together?"
Her question hung in the air, gaining everyone's attention. Her grandfather
thought for a while before responding, "My little Princess, your question is
indeed valid. The parade floats showcase the rich diversity of our country,
each state's unique culture, and traditions."
Ruhi nodded, still puzzled. With her innocent curiosity, she asked, "But
Grandpa, we are all one country, right? Shouldn't there a float at the end
that represents all our states together as one India?"
Her grandfather sat still, deeply moved by her question. He understood the
depth of her innocence and the significance of her inquiry. "Well," as he
began, "that's a great idea, Ruhi. Perhaps the government should consider it
to symbolize our unity."
As he spoke, her eyes lit up with determination. She held his hand with her
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little one, pulling him to get up. "Then let's go and tell Prime Minister Uncle
today, he must still be there, right?"
Her grandfather chuckled at her eagerness and explained, "Well, it's not that
simple, my dear. Meeting the Prime Minister is not easy. There are many
processes involved."
"But," she insisted.
"Okay, listen. Let me try it at my level first, and if required, then I will ask
for your help too," he explained to her calmly.
She replied enthusiastically, "Okay, but let me know if they don't listen to
you, Grandpa, I will come and ask them to do so."
Her family smiled at her innocence and the passion in her eyes. She
retreated to her room, her heart brimming with the dream of seeing her
country united forever, leaving her grandfather with a profound sense of
reflection.
Ruhi's pure and untainted perspective, had sown the seed of an idea that
could one day blossom into a symbol of unity for a diverse and beautiful
nation—an India that celebrated its individual states while embracing the
strength of its collective spirit.
-Uma Garg
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THE GIRL WHO IS NEVER AFRAID
You might have seen her

even if it's only by the corner of your eyes
A girl filled with compassion and confidence
her voice, peaceful as a mountain's cry
and just like it she stands strong
never letting her guards down
A girl who is never afraid
But maybe its only what she shows
Maybe she hides her shaking hands
before she writes the exam.
Maybe she help others in the hope that someone would help her too
help her to get out of this hell
that burns her flesh
but she hides the burn marks instead
She never let's her guard down
because she is afraid
her tears might turn into bullets
friends into enemies
Maybe the small pause between 'I am fine'
is to hide the fact that she is not
Maybe her voice sounds peaceful
but her thoughts scream
Maybe she keeps the wall high
but deep down she wants someone to climb that wall
and find her
Maybe the girl who is never afraid
is even afraid of her shadow that follows her
Maybe she is afraid to dream
because these dreams might turn into nightmares too.
-Saima Bhalla
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OH! TO BE A WOMAN
She was never meant to be born,

Called a mistake and a shame,
A curse by the devil,
So she was killed.
Even before her eyes could open.
She was five,

Innocent and naive,
All she wanted was to play,
But she was scared to go out,
The same fear, her parents shared.
She was fifteen,

Returning home from school,
With dreams in her eyes,
She walked with fright,
And like nightmares they came,
And took her away
Raped her, and left.
As if she was meant to be played;
Like a toy, and thrown away.
A piece of her died that day.
She was filled with guilt,
As if she committed the crime,
She scratched her skin,
Maybe that could bring out the devil they left inside.
She turned twenty with tears,

She got married,
And left by her dears.
She went to a house that never wanted her,
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But all they wanted was an heir,

So they beat her up,
And when she cried for help,
Turned the blame on her.
No one saved her.
The world turned cruel.
So when she was blessed with a daughter,
She killed her.
Thinking it was the devil's curse,
Not to be born a woman,
But to be born in a world full of hate, injustice and disgust.
-Avani Bhalla
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वो चपन के सुनहरे ददन
वो चपन के सन
ु हरे ददन
हाथ से कुछ इस तरह फफसले
की कभी लॉर् के वार्पस आए ही नहीिं
श्जनको जी कर सोचा करते थे कभी
केद के यह ददन ीतेंगे क
आजादी के ददन हिे मिलेंगे क
अ जो आजादी के ददन आए हैं
तो पता लगा
जीवन के स से सुनहरे ददन तो हिने
आजादी के ददनों के ख्याल िे दह ननकाल ददए
तड़प रहे हे अ उन्ही ददनों के मलए
श्जनको ज जी रहे थे तो रोया करते थे ड़ा
िंददशों की जो जेल हिने सिझी थी

आज पता चला यह जो आजादी का आसिा हिे मिला
वो जेल से ज्यादा िंददशे लगाता ह
कोई परे शानी ना होने पर
िािं का वो ार ार पूछना
ड़ा लगता था ेकार
व्ही आज परे शानी तो हुत ह
लेकीन उस िािं को अ कहे केसे
श्जस िािं के पूछने पर हि
धचल्ला ददया करते थे हर ार
फकसी चीज के ना मिलने पर

कहे ना भर ही पापा को
हुआ करता था काफ़ी
अ केसे कहे पापा को
खो गई वोह खश
ु ी कहीिं
ला दो ना पापा उसे भी यही
वो चपन के सुनहरे ददन
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हाथ से कुछ इस तरह फफसले

की कभी लॉर् के वार्पस आए ही नहीिं
-Nisha Aggarwal
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FOUND MY LOVE
In a world where darkness often cloaks the heart

There lies a love that shines, a work of art
A husband's smile, so honest and pure
Unconditional, forever to endure
With elegance, he lights up every room

His innocence, a flower in full bloom
His eyes, filled with kindness, deep and clear
Reflecting love, unfilled by a tear
He is my shelter in life's raging storm

My rock, my support in everlasting form
I'm fortunate each day to feel his embrace
And break from the world's wild chase
And as we walk this path together

Tied by a love no mortal can endure
We find comfort in each other's arms
A love unfading and in charms
So let's cheer for my husband, rays of light above

Laughs, purity, and undiluted love
Let me treasure this unique and divine diamond
For a pure, unwavering, everlasting love bond
-Sowmya Eswara
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ெசி
ஒரு இருை்டு அடேக்குை் என் டன அடைே்துவிை்டு அேை் ஜேைிதய

நின் று ஜகாண்ைாை் , அந்ே அடேக்குை் இருந்ே படிதய நான் அேடை
ரசிே்தேன் ...
மயிலின் தோடகடய ஜேை்டி டேே்ேது தபான் ே கண்கை் ,ஜபாங் கி
ேரும் பால் தபான் ே முகம் அந்ே பாலில் விழுந்ே திராை்டெப் பழம்
தபான் ே உேடுகை் .
அந்ே முகே்டேப் பார்ே்ோல் இேழுக்காக என் ன
தேண்டுஜமன் ோலும் ஜெய் யலாம் என் று தோன் றும் ..அே் ேைவு
அழகு,
நான் அடைக்கப்பை்டிருந்ே அடேதயா இருை்ைாக இருந்ேது..சுே் றியும்
எந்ே ஒரு ஜபாருளும் இல் டல எனக்கும் அேளுக்கும் நடுதே
சிடேெ்ொடலகைில் இருப்பது தபான் ே கேவு ஒன் று
இருந்ேது,என் டன அந்ே அடேக்குை் அடைே்ேவுைன் அந்ே கேடே
பூை்டிவிை்டு ொவிடயே் தூக்கி வீசி விை்ைாை் .
ஆனால் எனக்கு துைியும் பயம் இல் டல, அந்ே கைவுதை
விண்ணுலகில் இருந்து இேங் கி ேந்ோர் தபால் அேை் என் முன்
உை்கார்ந்திருந்ோை் .
அேை் என் னிைம் "நீ ஏன் இந்ே அடேக்குை் இருக்கிோய் என் று
ஜேரியுமா?" என் று தகை்ைாை்
"ஜேரியடலதய" என் தேன்
"நீ எனக்கு ஸ்ஜபஷல் பா. அோன் மே்ேேங் க யாருக்கும் கிடைக்காே
இைம் உனக்கு கிடைெ்சிருக்கு" என் ோை்
அேை் அப்படிெ் ஜொன் னது எனக்கு என் இேயே்தினுை் தேடன
அை் ைி ஜகாை்டியது தபால் இருந்ேது, அே் ேைவு சுடேயாக,
அந்ே ோர்ே்டேடய தகை்ைவுைன் இருை்ைாக இருந்ே அந்ே அடே
பை்ைாம் பூெ்சிகலாை் நிடேந்ேது.. அப்பை்ைாம் பூெ்சிகைின் சிேகுகைில்
இருந்து பல ேண்ணங் கைில் ஒைி வீசியது,அந்ே ஒைியால் ..சிடேதய
கண்கை் கூசும் அைவிே் கு ேண்ணே்ோல் நிரம் பியது,
அேை் தினமும் என் னிைம் தபசினாை் ..எனக்கு உண்ண உணவு
ஜகாடுக்கவில் டல, குடிக்கே் ேண்ணீர ் கூை ஜகாடுக்கவில் டல
ஆனால் அேை் தபசினாை் ..தினமும் தபசினாை் . இந்ேெ் சிடேக்குை்
இருக்கும் நான் ஏதோ அேைது ோழ் க்டகயில் முக்கியமான
இைே்டேப் பிடிே்து விை்ைது தபால உணர்ந்தேன் .அந்ே உணர்ெ்சி
என் டன உணவில் லாமல் ோழ டேே்ேது.
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ஒரு நாை் நான் "ஏன் என் டன சிடேக்குை் அடைே்து

டேே்திருக்கிோய் ?"
"ஜேைிதய விைலாதம"
என் று தகை்தைன்
அேன் பின் அந்ே தேேடே தபசுேடே நிறுே்தினாை் ..என் கண்கடை
விை்டு அேை் பேந்துெ் ஜென் ோை் .அே் ேப்தபாது ேந்து என் னிைம்
தபசினாை் .
எனக்கு பசி எடுக்கே் ஜோைங் கியது,
ஆனால் அேை் உணவு ேரவில் டல
நான் பசியில் கேறிதனன் அேை் என் முன் தன உை்கார்ந்து அடேப்
பார்ே்து சிரிே்ோை் ..
நான் அேைிைம் ஜகஞ் சிக் கேறிதனன் எனக்கு உணவு ேருமாறு..
அேை் எே் ேைவு சிரிே்ேதபாதும் "அேை் என் தோழி அேை் நம் டம
இப்படி விை்டு விை மாை்ைாை் " என் று நம் பிதனன்
ஒரு நாை் கண்கைில் கண்ணீருைன் "நான் இந்ே சிடேக்குை் டைதய
இருந்துடுதேன் ..என் ன மன் னிெ்சிடு" என் று ஜகஞ் சிதனன் .
அேை் திருப்பி ஜகை்ை தகை் வி என் ஜெருப்பால் அடுே்ேது தபால்
இருந்ேது
"உனக்கு இந்ே சுயமரியாடே லாம் சுே்ேமா இல் டலயா?"
அந்ே ஜநாடியில் நான் உயிருை் ை பிணமாக மாறிதனன் , அேை்
என் டன ஜகாே்தி திங் க ேந்ே கழுகாக மாறினாை் .
-ஜெனின்
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YES, I LOVE YOU
Yes I love you,

If having you always on my mind is love
Then yes I love you...
If missing you when I am enjoying with others is love
Then yes I love you....
If my eyes wander everywhere I go searching for you is love,
If falling for you every time I see you is love,
If checking my phone to see whether it's your text or not whenever
notification sound comes is love,
Then yes I love you.
If coming to your locality for stupid reasons to just catch a glimpse of you is
love, Then yes I love you...
If I want to talk to you but don't know how to start the conversation and just
look at you is love,
If I want to talk to you but thinking that you will get disturbed and stopping
myself from messaging you is love,
If smiling secretly while looking at your pictures is love,
If praying to god for your well-being is love,
If caring about your feelings more than mine is love,
Then yes I love you.
If writing down my feelings for you in the form of poetry is love, Then yes I
love you...
If dreaming to dance with you in rain is love,
If wishing to meet you in my every dream is love,
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Then yes I love you....

If wishing to go on long walks with you is love,
Then yes, I love you...
If wishing to see you smile and laugh every day is love,
If being happy by seeing you smile is love,
If asking god to make you permanent in my life is love,
If wishing to be with you in every phase of life is love,
Then Yes I Love You...
-Mihir Parmar
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UNCONDITIONAL LOVE OF A DEVOTEE TOWARDS THE ALMIGHTY
People said
How can you trust an almighty who is formless?
People said
How can you believe an almighty who doesn’t speak?
People said
How can you feed someone who never cared for your helpless situation?
People said
How can you still serve him unconditionally with your endearing selfless
devotion?
People said
How can you still offer prayers for him?
Who might either bless you with a fruitful future or an everlasting
endurance?
People said
How can you?
How can you?
She replied:
A promise once made to remain his devotee for a lifetime can never be
forgotten
Whether he blesses me or curses me
It’s his choice
But
A promise once made to be his devotee
Can never be forgotten
Neither by me nor by him
Such is the love of the devotee towards their almighty
Such is the love of the devotee towards their almighty
-Pranitha Chintala
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िुस्कुराओ
वक्त - ेवक्त जरा िस्

ु कुराओ
दस
ू रों के जीत पर,खद
ु के हार पर भी िस्
ु कुराओ
र्ूर् गया है ददल जो तम्
ु हारा
फकसी को तो मिल गई उसकी प्रेमिका इस ात पर िस्
ु कुराओ।
जानती हूिं दख
ु ी हो, ददि मिला है जो तुम्हें
फफर भी फकसी का िरहि नाकर िस् ु कुराओ
खुमशयािं ािंर् कर ,ददि कि कर फकसी का
हर कोई दख
ु ी है यहािं ,उलझन भरी श्जिंदगी जी रहा है
फकसी की श्जिंदगी सुलझाने की चाह िें ही िुस्कुराओ।
जो तुम्हें मिला नहीिं वह तुम्हारा था ही नहीिं
मिला है जो तुम्हें उससे अच्छा कुछ भी नहीिं
तुम्हें िुस्कुराते दे ख ,ना जाने फकतने लोग िुस्कुराएिंगे
सोच, इस ात को ही िुस्कुराओ।
दख
ु ी होने से ददि कि नहीिं होगा, यूिं अिंिेरे किरे िें िंद रहने से हार जीत िें नहीिं दल
जाएगा और लर्क जाओगे फिंदे पर तो छोड़ गई जो वापस नहीिं आ जाएगी।
परिं तु हािं िुस्कुराओगे तो ददि कि होगा,
हार का अफसोस नहीिं होगा और
वो छोड़ गई क्यों यह जहन िें भी नहीिं आएगा
खुद की वजह से िुस्कुराते ज भी दस
ू रों को दे खोगे
सारी तकलीफें भूल जाओगे
इसमलए वजह - ेवजह स िुस्कुराओ।।
-रानी मिश्रा
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PROUD BLOODSHED
Proud bloodshed, proud bloodshed

Independently, standing proudly
Who cursed us? What have people done to each other?
What a nation, what a people!
Let me die here.
People killed each other.

Everywhere, bloodshed remains.
Many tried, and many failed.
But still, we stand up for our rights.
Let me rise here.
Politely started but vigorously ended

Shame and injustice all happened.
Who cares? Who are you?
Torture, dislikes, and cries still
Let me fight here.
Wake up, wake up.

Not a dream, nevermore, really not
Celebration of the victory around
Holding the flag tightly
Let me stand here.
The past is all we remember.

August 15 was all we wanted.
Not a dream Not a dream echos
Smiles, remembering the cries
Let me proudly remain here.
-Keerthana.K
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MAGICIAN
I became a Wizard , because of you only

what to do am i ? if you appear in front of my eyes
I will do word magic, by myself

I fell in love with your eyes,
You are the spring where the flower garden grows,

you are my love
seaside poetry is an angel of a fool's

I'm crazy about your dimple cheek and
I’m thinking of you in my sleepless nights
And I wanna kiss from my kurunji posy,
are you a Spotted deer?
-Santhosh P
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THE AZURE SKY
Once there was a clear sky.

The sun rose in the east.
A bright smile of rays,
come to earth.
To make him happy.
That's clear blue sky- sun.
A sudden change of wind.

No wonder!
The clear sky loses its sun.
Gray cotton clouds took his place.
Bright smile on the earth,
now dances with joy.
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter,
pitter-patter, pitter-patter.
The pearls fall,
making the earth,
a shining pearl.
Dancing for hours and hours,

still doesn't seem to be tired.
Now,
the earth stopped dancing,
the pitter-patter rain comes to an end.
Again the sun got his place.
The dancing earth with white pearls,
smiles more brightly.
Yeah!
That's the azure sky - sun.
-Upasana Bhagawati
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BAS TUM
Yun toh tab bhi khubsurat lagti ho,

Jab muh fula kar baith jaati ho,
Lekin fir bhi mere dil ko thoda sa dard deti ho,
Yun toh tumhari har ada par khush ho jaata hun,
Lekin yahan par puri tarah toot jaata hun,
Mann toh bahut karta hai putchne ka,
Ki hua kaya lekin fir bhi shaant baith jaata hun,
Tumhari unn aansu bhari aankhon ko dekh,
Bss tumhari kheriyat ki dua hi maangta hun..
-Ayush Sharma "Aagaz"
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A LOVE SPELL IN THE PAGES OF MAGIC SHOP
In a world where I only knew the sky as white in the morning and black at
night, I happened to meet her, a person from a distant past life or perhaps
a forgotten dream.
She took my hand and led me into her magic shop of dreams. It had a
scent of memories and there was something sweet in the air, I felt an
unfamiliar yet comforting feeling.
As she guided me through her shop, she shared tales I had never heard
before, all while basking in the sunlight that made her eyes sparkle. In that
moment, I felt breathless as I realized her eyes held a beautiful shade of
brown, & for the first time I could sense another colour. It was like a
glimpse into a world of colour I had never known before.
She showed me a scrying mirror, where I saw the vibrant beauty of flowers
& the reddest of roses caught my attention...My heart longed to give her
one, but fear held me back. As we spent time together, we unveiled layers
of our lives, we shared stories, fears, and dreams, becoming each other's
escape from reality...
As she briefly left my side, I was lost in thoughts. When I looked beyond
my thoughts, the world outside had changed. The sky turned an endless
canvas of blue, stretching out like a love that knows no bounds, and a cold
breeze brought a rainbow to life, with shifting between sapphire blue, green,
and yellow. Each shade whispered secrets and painted my heart in the
softest colour of love.
Despite her absence, my love for her grew stronger with each passing
moment. I wanted to stay in this place forever, as I knew I wouldn't find
such comfort elsewhere.
Returning to a quiet corner, she handed me a book of spells, along with
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magic ink and paper. Lost in my own fairy-tale, I began to write, and every
word was dedicated to her.
In this place, I found a wonderland where colours danced to life, where

every corner was a canvas for comfort, where I could sing, laugh, breathe,
and be entirely myself...
Yet, as night fell, a realization struck me: my heart had fallen deeper for
this place than I had ever intended to...I was scared that she might close
the door soon.
The sky turned black, and I feared that when I wake up the next day, I
would only see the white sky and not the brown shade of her eyes.
-Syeda Azra
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गजानन
दख
ु हरता कहते ति
ु को और कईं हैं नाि तम्
ु हारे ।
कोई गौरी सत
ु कहता कोई तम्
ु हें गणेश पक
ु ारे ।।
स दे वों िें प्रथि पज्
ू य होने का ति
ु ने वर पाया।
िािं-र्पता की कर प्रदक्षक्षणा ति
ु ने िान ढ़ाया।।
कईं ार दे वों के तुिने असुरों से प्राण चाए।

ज भी भीड़ पड़ी दे वों पर द्वार तुम्हारे त आए।
क्रोिासुर को कर पराश्जत दे वों के कष्र् ननवारे ।।
कोई गौरी सुत कहता कोई तुम्हें गणेश पुकारे ।।
लड्डू का तुि भोग लगाओ िूषक रही सवारी।

जो भी तेरे द्वारे आया उसकी जीवन लीला तारी।।
मशव से वर पाकर लोभासुर स्वगि लोक पर चढ़ आया।
कर पराश्जत तुिने उसे स दे वों का िान ढ़ाया।।
मशव जनक के साथ-2 कानतिकेय हैं भ्रात तुम्हारे ।

वेदव्यास तुिरे कारण ही िहाभारत को मलख पाए।
कतिव्यों के कारण ही तुि स दे वों िें श्रेष्ठ कहाए।।
हे गजानन तुि हिको शरण िें सदा ही रखना।

भर्क न जाऊिं कहीिं िैं पल-पल िुझको तकना।।
र्वघ्न हरण, ििंगल करण और कईं हैं नाि तुम्हारे ।
-गजानन
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िुकद्दर
िक़
ु द्दर पर धगला नहीिं,
िेहनत का मसला वही!
लड़े जो आणखरी ििंजर से,
ऐसा कोई मिला नहीिं!
वैरी को भी िात दे तू,

वक़्त की तलाश है तू!
आसिान जो चीर जाए,
ऐसा कोई ाज है तू!
तोड़ दे या जोड दे ,
फकस्ित को िोड़ दे !
िुक़द्दर पर धगला नहीिं,

िेहनत का मसला वही!
लड़े जो आणखरी ििंजर से,
ऐसा कोई मिला नहीिं!
-ब द
िं ू कोहली
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DID YOU? OR IS IT JUST ME?
Sitting mindlessly,
With the empty concave studies,
My eyes caught your sight,
And the veritably coming moment,
Every studies came about you.
First look of your shadow black colour eyes,

Raising up from the ground,
Speaking implied depth of feelings,
And all I could suppose was,
Did you glanced at me too?
Or is it just me?
Navy blue rolled up sleeved t shirt,

With a light shade paired trousers,
Hugging your body like a glove,
Did you checked out me too?
Or is it just me?
Leaning back on to the table,

Your thin coral red lips verbeled,
In those low gruffed honey tone,
Did you remarked me too?
Or is it just me?
Time ran down like beach,

You check around the corners,
But mine centered at you,
And all I could suppose was
Did you note down me too?
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Or is it just me?
Looking at your wrist for time,

You murmured articulated eloquent words,
Which dropped empty to my cognizance,
Did you catch me in too?
Or is it just me?
In a room of sprinkle people,

You spoke up to ask me,
Which I could replied only with my best,
Did you perceive me too?
Or is it just me?
Feeling little too packed,

You gentled side of your forepart,
Which made me seek to you more,
Did you learned me too?
Or is it just me?
And just like that,

In an ordinary empty hall,
You made significant remembrance,
With that you started,
Writing morning of new chapter.
-Drashti Jadav
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FORBIDDEN LOVE
He fell in love with one of the most beautiful women he ever knew. It had
nothing to do with looks but more by the way she smiles and her eyes shine
along it, the way she laughed without a care in the world with that little
amusing snorting noise, the way she would give a helping hand to anyone in
need, the way her hair touched her face as the wind blew. It was never about
how she looked but how he made him see the world. She came as prosperity
and a touch of Midas; it was everything but gold sprinkled with happiness
everywhere. He was a person who had everything going down for him and in
her strong will, there was a wave of anguish too but she never left his side
no matter what. She was that women who might be in pain but will still give
her hand out to someone in need. Today when he is standing with his two
little girls, he can still feel her scent tingling in the air and the sound of her
laughter, he could reimagine the scenes with her in the very same place the
brutal accident happened. He could still remember her swollen eyes and her
pale face when he held her hand one last time and promised to be even
stronger for her and their lovely two girls. There was a sting in his chest and
his eyes were teary, he held the hands of both the girls tight and crossed the
road. He was thankful that she gives him the gift of life when he wanted to
die, even though her own life was taken. It was her birthday, he made sure
he celebrates it every year bringing her favourite dasies and chocolate cake
with extra whipped cream just the way she likes it, he was planning everything
in his head. It was like she was never gone; he felt the same kind of happy
when he is with his two little girls. They have got her smile and one has got
her eyes. He would seldom see them cry when they fell down playing, it has
come from their mother, he guessed. His little ones hugged me today for a
extra minute, they know by now what the day has to hold and what it makes
their father feel. It is as if he can’t hide anything from them just like he
couldn’t hide anything from her. He clasped their little hands and crossed the
road while the little one looked at the sky and said,” Doesn’t it look even
more brighter today? I wanna paint it in my book and keep it near mom’s
photo. I want her to see too.” And they both start giggling. He sometimes
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feels like moving heavens to feel them safe, but then they have him in his
arms because that’s the closest he ever felt to heaven. Diana, I love our
angels-he said it under his breath and it made him smile even though he had
tears in his eyes.
-Barshana Ray
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NOCTURNAL EMBRACE: A TALE OF PASSION AND DESIRE
In the dimly lit hour, when stars ignite,

A tale unfolds of one lustful night.
Whispers of desire, like secrets in air,
Igniting flames of passion, beyond compare.
Two souls entwined, their hearts ablaze,

Lost in a dance, their bodies' maze.
Eyes locked in a symphony of longing,
Yearning for each touch, the sensations belonging.
Fingers tracing paths, on heated skin,

Electricity surging, a forbidden sin.
Breaths mingle, in a dance of sighs,
As moonlight casts shadows, unveiling their guise.
In the depths of darkness, desire unveiled,

The world outside silenced, as passion prevailed.
A symphony of moans, an erotic score,
Bodies intertwining, craving for more.
Time becomes fleeting, as hours dissolve,

In this fleeting moment, their desires evolve.
Their bodies, like art, in a masterpiece crafted,
A tapestry of pleasure, profoundly drafted.
With every touch, they reach new heights,

Exploring forbidden realms, untamed delights.
In the depths of night, they find release,
As their souls entwine, seeking eternal peace.
But as dawn approaches, the night takes flight,
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Leaving behind memories, in morning's light.

A fleeting encounter, a tale to be told,
Of one lustful night, where desire took hold.
And so they part ways, their paths diverging,

Leaving behind a night, forever surging.
A memory cherished, a flame that burned bright,
In the tapestry of time, one lustful night.
--Ariia
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LOVE CANVAS EMBELLISHED BY INSTAGRAM
In the realm of pixels and screens we dwell,

Where Instagram's suggestions cast their spell,
Two hearts, as strangers, in this vast domain,
Brought together by fate's algorithmic chain.
In "suggested accounts," their paths did cross,

A simple tap, a click, no thought of loss,
Two profiles merged, a story to begin,
A digital romance, a world to spin.
Their likes and comments, emojis galore,

A virtual dance, they wanted more,
Conversations flowed through messages typed,
Their connection growing, feelings swiped.
From double-taps to double hearts, it grew,

This Instagram love, so pure and true,
Though miles apart, their souls entwined,
In each other's posts, solace they'd find.
They shared their lives through filtered snaps,

Captured moments, their love perhaps,
A love story painted with pixels and light,
In the virtual world, they found their flight.
Through IG stories and IGTV,

They wrote their love's script for all to see,
Though screens divided them, love's flame ablaze,
In the Instagram maze, they found their days.
-Aniburn Pathak
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CELESTIAL SORROW
Beneath a weeping sky's emotion-filled embrace,

Tears of azure glide with magical grace.
Clouds, in sorrow, their pure grin unfold,
Yet the sun, in solitude, remains loyal and cold.
As tears dry from the sky's celestial cheek,

They leave behind traces of emotions that speak.
Dew descends from the void, a gift re-joined,
Embracing a glistening web, on nature's boulevard.
Each tiny droplet, a jewel of mighty art,

In meager moisture, it touches the human heart.
The cold wind sails through this wondrous sight,
Becoming winter as it whispers through the night.
-Soumya R sahoo
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हि थोड़ा उलझते है
हि थोड़ा उलझते है,

थोड़ा ब खरते है,
फफर भी हर ार हि ही ननखरते है।
इन उलझनों से उलझ कर भी,
हि सुलझते है।
चल आज फफर थोड़ा र्वस्तत
ृ होते है ।
-िानसी मसिंह
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THE LIGHTHOUSE OR THE STORM?
With their strings torn apart,

Stood a million miles away two broken hearts.
Weren't these hearts like prisoners,
Trapped in their rib cages?
Making amends for sins they had not done.
Eternally trying to fill the distances, with success none.
Eyes they had shut, just to open in chasms nightly.

Blindfolded were they and had they rethought,
Wouldn't have fallen upon them:
This abyss of darkness,
Where all light they had abort.
In this trance, on passed millennia uncounted, years unnoticed.

Time became ripe, and
they had to meet their deaths,
Never did they forget each other in their final breath.
As the souls left the body material,
They embraced each other; the world glowed ethereal.
Happily Heaven and Hell graced,
Together, every realm was laced.
Was this such an entwined love,
or just a pigment of imagination?
Divinely, the sight ended with a blast,

And tear-eyed, they saw each other last.
A last instant they held their thread,
Peacefully they said:
"A tapestry of love it had been, embroidered so perfect,
Yet destroyed by a promise unkept,
A confession unsaid."
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For true love, god makes so fatal a destiny,

Even the Devil shows mercy.
-The Known Unknown
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LOVE’S DECEPTION
Your laugh filled my belly with butterflies,

your touch carried me beyond the skies.
Your love bestowed wisdom, oh so wise, but all that crumbled with web of
your lies.
Now my heart’s ember of love slowly dies,
replaced by hatred that never defies.
-Arshiya
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तुि कौन हो
इस रोज की भागि भाग,

इस दनु नया के िायाजाल के परे ,
ति
ु कौन हो?
वक्त और हालात से परे ,
तुि कौन हो?
िुझको ताओ की तुि क्या करते,

जो श्जम्िेदाररयािं ना होती,
क्या नते तुि,
अगर जिाने की दवु वाररयािं ना होती
दनु नया के इस जिंजाल के परे ,

तुि कौन हो,
वक्त और हालात के परे ,
तुि कौन हो
कहािं जाते अगर ,जहािं चाहते,

वहािं से शुरुआत कर सकते,
वो ात जो द ी है ददल िें,
क्या कहते जो खुलेआि हर ात कह सकते
दनु नया वाली शक्ल के नका के परे ,

तुि कौन हो?
वक्त और हालात के परे ,
ति
ु कौन हो?
-Avinash Pandey
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ESCAPISM
In a world of harsh truths, I find my escape,

Where reality's weight begins to abate.
For I am a being, fictional, yet true,
And within the pages, my spirit's debut.
I hate reality, its limits unrestrained,

But in the realm of words, I am unrestrained.
No bounds to hold my dreams, my thoughts set free,
Within the realm of possibility.
Books are my solace, my closest confidant,

In their embrace, my heart begins to enchant.
With every page turned, I am transported away,
To a world of wonder, where I long to stay.
Characters become friends, their stories entwined,

Their lives intertwining with mine, a sweet design.
Through their triumphs and flaws, I learn and grow,
Their journey, my mirror, helps my true self show.
In these ink-stained pages, I truly find bliss,

A cherished sanctuary, I cannot dismiss.
For in the world of fiction, I am set free,
Captivated by stories that help me be me.
So let reality fade, for within these lines,

I discover a beauty that forever shines.
Books are my best friend, my refuge, my guide,
Where I find solace, and in dreams, reside.
-Arshitaa
112
EVE TEASING
In shadows cast, in whispers sown,

A darkness lurks, a problem known.
Eve teasing, a grievous blight,
We must unite, to set things right.
In streets where fear and discomfort tread,

With dignity and respect, souls are led.
Let's rise against this cruel game,
And shield our sisters from the shame.
For every woman, a right to roam,

Without a threat to call it home.
In every eye, a gleam of grace,
No longer trapped in this dark space.
Let empathy and understanding grow,

To banish this evil, we must bestow.
A world where kindness takes the lead,
Eve teasing's erased, we'll succeed.
So stand as one, strong and bold,

Erase the story that's often told.
In unity, we shall find our way,
Towards a brighter, safer day.
-Sabbi Ansari
113
THE START IS THE END
What we did was try

With the shadow of moon overlooking,
Stars blamed for what didn't justify,
All along the invisible string had been vanishing.
Do we still have what we had?
Only the memories, not the talks nor love:
But how long before the memories are to be dread?
Walking past as if we never knew each other once,
Beautiful it is now when someone asks about us-
For what to tell them, the start or the end?
We wished for the start for more than months
And ended up longing for the end instead.
-Somya Agarwal
114
ELYSIAN NIGHTS
Fixing her gaze on the sparkling night sky,

From all the problems she took a deep sigh.
The lights sparkling either planet or star,
They seem so near but in reality a lot more far.
Who hides itself during the hot noon,

Passing from stages: new to waning crescent moon.
Scintillating to the brightest,
This white pearl is the most earnest.
It is the magic in the night sky which I love,

Just admiring all the stars twinkling above.
Sometimes, wondering how this all came to be,
The way each little sparkle is suspended and free.
I hope this night will remain an unsolved mystery,

Because miracles like it make unforgettable history
-Somya Agarwal
115
11:11 WISH
11:11 wish
You know I don't how but somehow
Somehow you became my 11:11 wish
Yesterday when the clock striked 11
I thought of angels
11:11 and I wished for you
What did I exactly wished I don't know
I just murmured your name
After that I smiled so hard that there were tears in my eyes
Remembering how painful these thoughts are for me
I cried until my eyes turned red like the berries
For you've occupied a room in my mind
And I don't see you leaving that room quite soon
My heart aches and so does my mind
You seem like a shooting star
So beautiful to my eyes
I can only and only see you from afar
You vanish so soon giving me no time to grab your sight
I want to leave you I really do
Every day I play the tug of war
Whether I should let you go or hold on
But again I'm happy with you just being here
Having nothing doing nothing just being here
Smiling and chatting
I guess it works for me
Although my heart lives in quite confusion
But congratulations you've became my muse
You've somehow become bumblebee to me
Yellow and black strips just like your personality and hair
-Arpita Prajapati
116
DARLING
your love found me, when I was in the dessert

like the sunshine finding moon, I was overwhelmed
Started off like a waxing crescent, my eyes blurry
it kept growing on me
Making those dark feelings ephemeral, you are heaven sent
shinning bright over the murkiness, making me dump founded
making me forget those deceitful memories in my life, a rollercoaster it is
Ingraining the love forever, I cherish you darling
-Bridget Magunha
117
EVERYTHING IS POSSIBLE
Puppets are beautiful,

But dance on others finger.
Roses are beautiful

But carry thorns.
Villages are nice,

But face several problems.
Advanced facilities are nice,

But filled with disadvantage
Temples are for peace,

But now they are source of income.
Peacocks are beautiful,

With their ugly legs.
Olders are diamond,

With some silly thoughts.
Kids are cute,

With their crying voice.
Teenagers should work hard,

But busy in wasting time on stupidity.
Life is short,
Which we can't enjoy.
Children's are possessive,
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That parents never notice.
Mother is soul of house,

No one understands what she face.
Solar system in wonderful,

With asteroids risk.
Girls wants to fly,

But don't have that wings.
Everything has some problems,

With the capacity to shine.
Everything is possible,
Just have faith in your life.
-Apeksha Joshi
119
AUTUMN
A tint of orange; a whiff of leaves dry

Ambience, crisp and a fireplace close by
Sun shedding rays as a wisp
Apples ripened to a golden honey crisp
A pinch of cinnamon; a sprinkle of pumpkin spice

Over pastries fresh out the oven
Chilly breeze blowing in a trice
And warmth of cardigans tenderly woven
The season of giving thanks

For all that brings delight
And pulling tricky pranks
That deceive one's sight
Buds of chrysanthemum far and wide

Covering the lands with their blossom
And emanating their vibrance to reside
In the golden embrace of Autumn
-Vandita Shukla
120
I AM NOT AN ILLUSION
Hey guys
I am the one hit you harder
I am the one makes you stronger
I am the one can't be changed
You can face me as it is
Not it was or
As you wish it to be
I am the bitter fruit
Also...
The sweet fruit to be tasted
Either you guys
Stuck with me... Or...
Move on with me
There is no ways to escape
In my territory...
No ways to scrape
No ways to reshape
Welcome me; take me
-Nivethitha S. B
121
THE TRUTH
What is really the truth?

Upon reaching the youth,
Lies are what I found.
Inevitable darkness surrounds
An epoch of chaos arrives.
To decipher the essence of this drive,
The burdens are loading up.
Not being able to keep up.
Still craving that eighth element's essence,
To fill the void that lingers in my presence.
He who does not comprehend
Continues to pretend.
Lies upon lies,
A world full of disguise
Who is to blame?
If they show no shame...
The will to stand out
Nurturing an overwhelming doubt
Tired of this journey around the sun?
It feels like I am stunned.
Upon finding reality,
Found nothing but inequality
The truth defines nothing.
You are the one who needs to do something.
-Furquan sabir
122
SILENT MELODIES
In the realm where words dare not wander,

Where whispers of melodies cease to be,
There lies a symphony of silent songs,
Unheard by ears of mortal glee.
Within this chorus of yearning dreams,

Emotions crash against a soundless sea,
Melting the barriers of vocal restraints,
Expressing in silence what words cannot decree.
In the depths of quiet, a world unfolds,

Where the heart's cadence is the only score,
Invisible tunes of love and sorrow reside,
In the echoes that reverberate forevermore.
A gentle breeze carries the silent melodies,

Whispering secrets from distant spheres,
They tickle the senses with their tender touch,
Soothing souls and calming fears.
But only those who dwell in stillness complete,

Who embrace the art of unsung rhymes,
Can decipher the language of silent melodies,
And dance with the music of frozen times.
So let us listen to the quietude of life,

And cherish the symphony that remains unheard,
For in the silent melodies, we find solace,
Where the soul is serenaded without a single word.
-Deepesh Limbu
123
THIS WORLD, A CIRCUS
This world, a circus of weird audience,

And me! the magician who plays his part,
At times, with tigers, at times, with birds,
And at times, only players jumping apart.
But Oh, all, all appear like delusion to me,

On me, they cast their love, their love's spell,
But Oh! when me tries to hold them, keep,
Like the dove, of my heart’s hat, they fly.
And Oh! no new bird, can their place, take,

And so, this heart so full of empty rooms,
And me, Oh! remains, a traveler forlorn,
With emptiness, that feels, as if in doom.
And Oh! me, the lonely traveler, who travels,

With time, none but sorrows, who unravels.
-Suparna Mal
124
THE THEATRE OF LIFE
In life's grand theater, fairness has no role,

It's a stage where each one plays their given role.
Sometimes the script seems cruel, unjust, and tough,
But it's the nature of the play, that's strangely enough.
The world spins on, in its intricate design,

Inequalities and challenges, life's grand design.
Though fairness may elude, and trials may appear,
It's in these very moments, our resilience is clear.
Life's lessons, not always gentle, we accrue,

Through storms and sunshine, in all that we do.
It's the unpredictability, the twists and the turns,
That in our hearts, the deepest wisdom earns.
So, embrace the uneven path, both dark and bright,

For in its asymmetry, there's a profound insight.
Life's essence is woven in its ups and downs,
In its very nature, its beauty and its frowns
-Madiha Beigh
125
सिंघषि
सिंघषि नहीिं ये चाहत है, नई रीत की आदत है

ेचारा सा भाव नहीिं, सािंतवना की चाह नहीिं
कुछ नया करने का जज़् ा है , कुछ दलाव लाने का सपना है
ठोकर भी खाएिंगे, ातों से ात ताएिंगे
लड़ने को भी तैयार हि, अभी तो धचिंगारी ही स साथ है
हवा का जैसा रुख रहे गा, चरों ओर जो फैला गँज
ू रहे गा
उसको और ढ़ाएिंगे, हि कर कुछ ऐसा ददखलाएिंगे
नाि हिारा सीख ने, हर धगरते की नीव ने
चेहरा हिारा याद करके, लोग दलाव का गीत मलखें
राह हिारी साफ़, िुिंिले से जरा कदि ढ़ाने है
ढ़ते ढ़ते आगे चल कर,
नई सड़क ददखलाएिंगे
जो जन को चुभता आँखों िें , उसे साकार नाएिंगे
श्जतना पीछे िकेले गए, उतना ओर आगे आएिंगे
अपने पद के धचन्हो पर हि,
चाह की छाप रचाएिंगे |
-Garima Sharma
126
LONGING FOR RAIN
Where are you?

We are waiting for you.
How long you would make us wait?

How long we should bare this thirst?
My shore is shrivelled.
My flowers are dried.
It's been a year,

Without your presence.
At what extent we should hang about ?

Still counting the days for your entrant.
Our hornbill is eagerly longing for you.

She has love of her life with her.
But, without you she can't lay.

Without your arrival her life is still.
Yes, we may have our soulmate with us,

But, without your presence we all are null.
You are epitome of love.

Epitome of life.
Every day we hope for you.

But you are good at melodrama.
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We all are exhausted being laborious.

We all are fed up of deadly summer.
We need you.
Nothing more we could wish for.
You are our life saviour.

You are our bundle of joy.
You never know the beauty in watching you.

You never know your aftermath on us .
We all are saddened,

With your omission.
Please be back soon.

We hope for your grace.
We never knew how much we loved you

But, this void enlightened your worth
And our everlasting tenderness for you.
-Ajay
128
THE STORM WON'T LAST, THIS PHASE TOO SHALL PASS
Oh Lord,
Of my silent battles only you're aware,
Of my insecurities only you've solutions,
Of my sacrifices only you'll reward,
Of my grief only you have a pill.
But then, amidst all this,

I know,
You love me, for my trust in You - I've placed,
You hear me, whenever I call upon You,
I know, you will respond,
My sacrifices won't go in vain,
My bowing down will raise me up,
I know, the storm won't last,
This phase too shall pass,
Indeed, with hardship will come ease,
Beyond that I can bear, my soul won't be burdened,
Then will come the days-
When this story will give hope to many,
Till then, Oh Lord,
I need you, for without you,
I am nothing,
But with you by my side, I can handle everything.
-Sadaf Sultana
129
WHAT IS LOVE?
love is when you have each other through the summer and the fall
but did that happen for perennial?
did someone tried to break that wall
or you stood in denial?
what is eternal love?

when mortals never experienced eternity
you are going to experience torment in name of love
somehow it will always be absurdity
but I must be wrong

that love is an illusion
or else love would not have been a bond so strong
that naturally it never felt foreign.
love is something so trivial to understand

yet even the whole cosmos could never break the understanding of true
lovers
they stand hand in hand
knowing one day one of them will greet others grave with flowers
-Nitika Khanna
130
ALL OF ME
All of me was falling apart,

Until I met you.
All of me wanted to give up,
Until I met you.
All of me just wanted to be alone,
All of me just wanted to by on their own,
Before you came all along.
I still remember that night,
Under the moonlight,
You no longer wanted to fight.
Just wanted to stop all this tonight.
But the fate had some other plans,
Things were going out of hands.
We loved each other,
But we couldn't afford it any further.
People say don't read your books backward,
But you were one chapter whom I wanted to read forever and ever.
I never wanted to let go of you,
But I never wanted us get lost in this hue.
I will cherish each and every moment of it,
How we go for jog just to make me fit,
How you used to cook and I eat,
How you used to adore me when I knit.
I do not regret any of it,
Be it our fights or our love.
I wish I can again live it all,
But how can I be selfish when you left me to be on my own.
-Aarushi
131
WEAVING THEE
Shall I write all about her?

Every verse, every line, every word, a blur
of thoughts consumed by her enchanting grace,
A muse who's captured my heart's sacred space.
For in her presence, my words come alive,

Her essence inspiring, like a vibrant hive.
Of buzzing thoughts, melodies that soar,
Whispering secrets, begging for more.
Her eyes, like galaxies, hold tales untold,

Each glance, a story waiting to unfold.
Her smile, a sunbeam in a world so Gray,
Filling my pen with endless words to say.
I'll weave thee into my lines, with delicate care.

Ensuring each line is flawless and fine.
Her presence lingering, floating in the air.
-Prahlat Sharma (Pyz)
132
PERFECTION
Striving for perfection

As some believe,
It's for survival in competition.
In other words,
The motivation to move ahead
On the path towards success
Or the betterment of others
Through new ideas, innovation, and improvement.
But from where I see

It's kind of an obstacle.
Stopping from moving ahead,
Which makes me sad.
One that discourages the initiation of anything,
Or say absolutely everything.
Without fear of judgement,
living a life of fulfilment.
Perfection may be time-wasting.

But it can also be satisfying.
For some, it is a blessing.
While for others, it's a curse.
But all of it depends on
Way of its perception.
No choice is good or bad.
Follow what you feel is correct.
-Shreya Shah
133
WHISPERS OF A BROKEN GARDEN
The living room, an easy chair, a silent sage,

Bore witness to her tears, a poignant stage.
A charming girl, in daffodils' embrace, once swirled,
Ruling her little world, as innocence unfurled.
But today, she's shattered, life's no longer the same,

Her realm is transformed, lost in sorrow's dark game.
Reigning over her fief, so small and slight,
Her daffodil garden, is now a barren sight.
Devoid of life, existences well has run dry, Desolate and disheartened, I
heave a sigh.
Lost workers hearing the last hour of the bell.
Scrambled on their ships towards their lost shell.
The Daffodils no longer dance , nor does the cricket sing ,

Left alone a corpse, death notes prick my chin.
No birds call me or red blossoms fall at my feet.
The season of spring fails to speak of retreat.
Back in the easy chair , yet nature no longer waved,

No spring called me, no blossom's joy got saved.
Just another wait for life's return in the metropolitan ring,
To my doorstep, hope clinged with a fragile wing.
Sitting amidst the brown grass, I write my song

Of all the beauty I witnessed amidst all the other wrong.
The last twilight hour burned down my phenomenal wait ,
As the golden gates of Paradise closed, whispering my broken fate.
-Shayari Mukherjee
134
IT HAPPENS
It's all a circle with different ends

The world knows me
Yet I know so little
There's no meaning to things
What do I say when they are blind
Would they look if I ever say
I am slowly slipping through cracks
To reach an end
The end we all have
The world must know the sun was perfect that day
yet it was heavily raining somewhere
The clear sky she couldn't see
Maybe she was the cloud herself
-Priya Singh
135
नशीले पदाथि सिाश्जक कर्ाक्ष
आजकल के सिाज िें ऐसे ददखे ये रिं ग

ेसि
ु और ेहोश हो घि
ू े लोग अपने िें ही िग्न।
ना कोई धचिंता ना फकसी की परवाह
अपनी िस्ती िें ही ित
ु हैं यें ेपरवाह।
चढ़ा है इनको ऐसा खि
ु ार
कहते हैं श्जसे नशे का ुखार।
कुछ नहीिं छोड़ा इन्होंने यार
चरस,अफीि, रि हो या हो हुक्का, ार
जहाँ जा जा कर हर ार
िाल फूिंकें यें िुआिंदार
शरा र्पये यें ेशुिार और
सुट्र्े लगायें लगातार।
नशा करने के हाने
हैं इनके पास हर पल तैयार।
कभी करें ये नशा क्योंफक,
इनके जीवन िें गि हैं श
े ुिार।
कभी करें ये नशा क्योंफक,
इनके साथ हैं इनके यार।
कभी तो करें ये नशा क्योंफक ,
ये है इनका पहली ार,
और श्जिंदगी िें होनी चादहए
कुछ तो हार।
इन्हीिं हानों के साथ ये
ऐसे ही नशा करते जायें
अँिा िुन इस नशे िें रहकर
गलत रास्ते ढ़ते जायें।
फकसी को ठोकें फकसी को पीर्ें
िदहलाओिं पर डालें नघनौनी नजरों के छीर्ें ।
ऐसे खद
ु को ािद कर ये
चररत्रहीनता ददखलायें।
अपराधिक गनतर्वधियों िें पड़कर
सभी के आरोपी कहलायें।
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इन नशीले पदाथों से सेहत अपनी खरा करें यें

नशे की दनु नया िें रह रह कर खद
ु को यिंू ािद करें यें
जे ें खाली कर कर के पैसों का नाश करें यें।
ऐसे घदर्या कािों िें पड़कर
स की नजरों िें धगरते जायें
सिाज को खरा करें यें
सिाज िें ननकृष्र्ता फैलाये
सिाश्जक कर्ाक्ष नते जायें
सिाश्जक कर्ाक्ष नते जायें।
-Ms. Neha Jain
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दहक उठे गी पथ्

ृ वी

ृ वी ज शेषनाग का फण उठा होगा,
काँप उठे गी िरती, ज अमभिन्यु रण िें अकेला होगा,
िरती का भी सिंतल
ु न दहलेगा, ज पराक्रि तेरे कण-कण िें होगा,
वो िरुभमू ि हो, या रणभमू ि, हर जगह रण िें तू ही होगा,
सिय र्वष उगलेगा, ज तुम्हारा नाि स्वणि िें होगा,
ज तुम्हारे आगे रथ वणि का होगा,
ज जानतवाद, सर पर होगा,
ज दहक उठे गी िरती, इतना घोर ये कलयग
ु होगा,
ज इिंसान एक हैवान होगा,
मशक्षा होगी, पर क्या उसका अथि होगा,
काम्प उठे गी िरती ज शेषनाग का फण उठे गा,
ृ वी, ज कश्ल्क अवतार स्वयिं रण िें खड़ा होगा... स्वयिं रण िें खड़ा होगा...
-अर्पित नायक
138
I CAN'T UNLOVE YOU
I can't unlove you

How can you unlove someone , who was your first
The first you ever put your trust on
The first to be with you when no one was
The first to be your remedy and cause
The first whom you held
The first to say everything you ever said
The first to whom you ever call
Be it happy news or sad you say them all
The first shoulder to rely on
How can you unlove him when he is gone
The first who comes on your mind
The first to be there on time
The first with movie nights
The first one with all those silly fights
The first of your 11:11 wishes
The first to do all those forehead kisses
The first to think for your better
The first to write all those letters
The first to be reason of your smile
The first to pause for a while
The first to be your adrenaline rush
The first to be your serotonin flush
The first with whom rain felt rain and sunsets were amazing
The first with whom you taught of sharing
The first one whom you adore
The first one to beat till your core
How can I unlove you
-Sana Ali
139
THE WAR ENDS HERE
Let the grow as a fear,

Let the dessert dry your tear,
Just take out the vest,
Keep your hands at rest,
As the war's gonna end soon,
The nights will not glow up like noon,
The days will clear very soon,
Yes, the wind will blow the clouds of terror and fear,
The sun of glory will again glow becoming the dear,
Rivers will again flow with a joy,
Guns and bombs will not be a toy,
The tolerance may speak sometimes,
Ignorance has maintained its streak many times,
Don't let the terror grow as a fear,
Don't let the terror dry your tear...
-Arpit Nayak
140
RUIN YOURSELF
Your heart is empty,

All dusty and rough,
But still you can’t let someone,
Enter in your heart.
Because you know,

They want to lead,
Once they got your trust,
They will make it bleed.
They will be in charge,

Dancing in your mind,
You will feel it lovely,
Because that’s what they make it seem like.
Now that you gave yourself,

Your trust to someone unworthy,
You will pay it by your tears,
Which will make you feel dirty.
You lost yourself again,

After opening your heart,
Now its abandon and lonely,
And you lost your worth.
Don’t cry don’t cry,

It’s not what it should be like,
But why it still hurts?
When you think about that time...
-Alina Nagar
141
िोहब् त हुई अगर कभी उससे तुम्हें
िोहब् त हुई अगर कभी उससे तम् ु हें ,

तो उसे ये ात ताना नहीिं,
अपने इस ददल को और दख
ु ाना नहीिं,
िोहब् त हुई अगर कभी उससे तम् ु हें ,
तो उसे ये ात ताना नहीिं।
िोहब् त हुई अगर कभी उससे तुम्हें ,

तो उसे ये ात ताना नहीिं,
ये राज अपने ददल िें छुपा लेना,
श्जिंदगी भर के मलए,
उसे कभी ाहर लाना नहीिं,
िोहब् त हुई अगर कभी उससे तुम्हें ,
तो उसे ये ात ताना नहीिं।
-Vini Srivastava
142
उम्िीद
MeriiJaan!!
Aaj Bhii Me Un Jagaho Se
Aksar Guzartaa Hun
Jahaa Kabhii Ham Ishq
Ladaaya Karte The
Is Ummiid Me Kii
Kahii Tu Dikh
Jaae
-Nikunj Kalsariya
143
तुम्हारी आदत
इवक़ िें तेरे

गि
ु नाि हि हो गए,
खािोशी से तेरी
ेहाल हि हो गए,
ेवफाई से तेरी
ेवफा हि हो गए,
यादों से तेरी
ेचैन हि हो गए,
लगी तुम्हारी आदत है ज से
दनाि हि हो गए।
-Dr.Minal
144
"DIGITAL DREAMS: YOUNG HEARTS IN THE CYBERSTREAM
In the digital realm where screens ignite,

Young souls explore the virtual night.
In pixels and code, they find their way,
Navigating the dawn of a brand-new day.
Emojis and memes, their language anew,

Texting and tweeting, emojis that woo.
Snapchats and TikToks, stories unfold,
In the digital era, their stories are told.
Instagram feeds with filters so bright,

Capturing moments in the softest light.
Selfies and hashtags, they proudly share,
Their lives displayed with a digital flair.
But 'neath the screens, a world of dreams,

Where minds connect in endless streams.
In the midst of the digital storm,
Young hearts still beat, both wild and warm.
So, embrace this age, this cyber delight,

Where knowledge soars to endless height.
In the digital era, let's find our way,
And let our young hearts lead the way.
-Akshay Kumar Singh
145
THE BUDDING DREAM
Sinking in the ocean of my own negative thoughts

The swing of the dream that had to encroach the pain was slowly fading
away!
Dried up dreams in an empty heart, waiting for a drop of rain
Hiding the bitter memories, now it’s springing again! Yes again!
The burning present spotlights the future, reminding the soul to focus its
path!
Just like the seed germinating in the barren land
A dream of hope is sprouting in deserted mind
Like a sprinkle of sweet water, a belief to abandoned dreams!
The empty mind is resurfacing with a wave of new Consciousness, because

the dream is now ready to flower!
-Aisiri M
146
KUCH ANKAHI BAATEIN
Kuch baatein thi jo

Ham tujhe keha naa sake
Kuch tere diye hue dard the
Jo ham haske seha naa sake
Kuch raatein thi Jahan takleef itni thi
Ki ham khud se kuch keha naa sake
Kuch Teri baatein thi shayad
Jo ham seha naa sake
Ya yun kaho, Mohabbat itni thi tujhse
Ki tere paas hoke bhi
Tere paas reha naa sake
Kuch khwaab bune the
Jo tujhe bata naa sake
Aur tu jo Gaya kisi aur ke saath
Ham seha naa sake
Shayad aagar baatein keha di jaati
Tooh aaj wooh saari khwaishein
Poori ho jaati
Laken mere zehen pe baas ek sawal tha
Wooh kaisi mohabaat thi
Jo tum samaj naa sake
Wooh kya mohabbat ki bhasha thi
Jo tum padh naa sake
Kisi aur ke saath bahut khwaishein sajayi tumne
Kuch meri bhi khwaishein thi
Jo tum sun naa sake
Itna kho gaye tum Aapne mai
Ki tum aapne aap ko mujhme padh naa sake
Aur meri wooh ankahi baatein
Tum sun naa sake
-Vaani Singhal
147
AM I FREE?
Am I Free?
I am free, yet burdened by choice
My existence, a solitary voice
In this vast and meaningless abyss
I search for meaning, purpose, and bliss
My destiny, not predetermined
But by my own will, determined
I face the void, with fear and hope
My choices, my own, I must cope
I am alone, yet part of it all
My existence, a tiny dot, small
But in my consciousness, I hold
A universe, a story untold
The weight of life, a heavy load
But I bear it, on this winding road
For in the struggle, I find my worth
And in my freedom, a new birth
My life, my canvas, to paint as I please
With every brush stroke, a new release
Of who I am, who I will be
An existentialist, forever free.
-Kasturi Sinha
148
IF MY DESIRES HAD A NAME, IT WOULD BE YOU
Even though I sound like a swine,

And wear a deceptive mask of ‘everything-is-fine’.
I am nowhere close to that line,
Because, the climax, you are mine.
You, the gentle warm bulb,

and I, a thin cobweb.
Proximity is all I ask,
Please don’t take me to task.
The dunce I am; I try to hold you in my palm.

To nestle you deep within my stormy calm
Forgetting that you are a wind,
Which easily escapes kissing the rind.
If my desire had a name, it would be you.

Will I ever get over the resounding echoes of you?
-Maria Divij SJ
149
न सक्षि
मशक्षा से विंधचत
ये धचडडयाँ घिंघ
ु र् िें पली हैं
पिंख भी िंिे, इच्छाएिं भी िरी हुई है
ये घिंघ
ु र् उतार फेंक दे ख दनु नया फकतनी रिं गीन है
यहाँ हर धचडडयाँ अपने अश्स्तत्व की उडान र रही है।
यातनाओिं िें न उलझ,
इनसे खुद को ाहर ननकाल
उलझ न जाना ेचारी के िायाजाल िें
सुलझ के, उड़ान के रास्ते ना ले तू
यह तेरा जीवन है फकसी के चरणों िें न कर अर्पित
अपने आप को खुद की इच्छाओिं िें कर सिर्पित,श्जस तु न जाए स्वतिंत्र
ये िोहिाया िें ना पड़, जो उसे ािंि दे ालर्ववाह के िंिनों िें

गुलाि न न,ये सिय नहीिं िािंग िें मसिंदरू का
लाल रिं ग को ना ले न्याय का, िहाशश्क्त का सािन
कलि को ना ले शस्त्र तूिं
दल ददशा तेरे जीवन की
हो जा तूिं सक्षि, न जा प्रेरणा
आगे ढ़ा कारवािं सार्वत्री ाई का
पहन गहना डडग्री का, न जा तू भी IAS अफसर
लड जा अपने हक की कुसी के मलए
खोल दे दरवाजा उन मशक्षा से विंधचत धचडड़यों के मलए
न वो नारी जो स पे पड़े भारी
ये हक्क की लड़ाई है , लड़ जा जैसे झािंसी की रानी
-अश्ववनी गड
ु ीलू
150
DARLING, I STILL LOVE YOU
I wonder those days, I wonder those nights,

I wonder every single step I have taken to keep you mine.
I wonder your laughing faces, I wonder those crying phases,
No matter what, I have always tried to solve your shoelaces.
You seemed to the world, another common being
But my love, you were the centre of my universe, for whom I was living.
Alone you stand, alone you sang

You passed by, as it was winter's wind.
Neither I approach you, nor I should,
But at least once, I could.
No says the rainy days, no says the changing phase.
Now I am standing beside your grave.
The weather is turning pale,
The birds seem have cut their wings,
The reformers have become iniquitous,
I hear in my deep heart core,
How shall I count the ways to love you,
How shall I ever say that darling I still love you.
-Alfiya.K.Sayed
151
WHY HIM?
It's him,
A Keynote is he to my poem,
His Enigmatic mind allures folks,
His Dynamic habit's an imperial,
Spiralling Hurricane of flowing adrenaline.
Mosey Adventure is his muse, that
Powers the Resplendent conception of his.
His Silence is deeper than the ocean is,

His Heartstrings proceed like cool waves, that
Turn Audacious and evolves into an erotic
Bewitching Nightmare so sultry that its intoxicating,
His Maddening presence fills my heart,
He’s Unstoppable when he wants to be,
The Keynote is he to my poem.
-Ananya
152
WINGS OF ICARUS
I ache for my wings.

I ache for the cold breeze against them. They are incarcerated.
They say it's for my comfort,
Is that what it is, Solace?
My heart tells otherwise, still
I'm lost in fear.
Fear that I might end up like Icarus.
Yet, my heart aches, for My wings.
But what is life without a little risk?
Trust in Uncertainty is the key,
To unbar the iron clasps.
Release my wings are sore high. Yet,
My fear consumes me.
-Ananya
153
तुि रुको पल जरा
तुि रुको पल जरा चाँद जगने तो दो,

आसिाँ पर अभी है िेघ की मसलवर्ें ,
शुक्ल शुधच जड़ी नछपी तारों की ूदर्याँ,
अिंश-अिंश तुिको दपिण िें भर लें जरा।
कल का ददन था िेरा गुजरा रिं गों भरा,

ख रें पाईं फक तुि हो शहर िें इसी,
त्वरा की हर घार् छानी न पानी मिला,
िीन सी थी तड़प पर यादें िरने न दें ,
स्वप्न के घात से ददन था िेरा सना
इश्न्ियों के सिस्त ल थे धगरते गए,
आँखें दे खती थी तेरी थे केश छूते िुझे,
उलझे ेलों सा िैं तेरी खुश ू सिोया हुआ
दृवय के ओर् िें घूँघर् फकए भावना,
रात दशिन को इतना था व्याकुल रहा,
स्याही से स्याह की हिने कागज हुत,
तेरे नाि भरे अक्षरों को ही छूती रही उिं गमलयाँ,
िल
ू कण न गईं,स प्रथाएँ र्वगत,
तम्
ु हारे आभास के ध्रव
ु का वतल
ुि र्वकल,
भेदती ही गईं स अर्कने साँस की,
िैं श्जया ही नहीिं श्जिंदा रहते हुए।
अ के आ गई तो दे खो सजा ये चिन,
श्रुनतयाँ गा रहीिं झीिंगुरों को सुनो,
हवाओिं को खेलने की स्पह
ृ ा तुि नी,
िेघ हर्ने लगें ,आसिाँ दे ख लो,
ठाँव पथ अड़ चुके हैं लगें डोलने
जुगनूओिं के उजाले हैं तुम्हे रोकते,
रातरानी के फुलों को णखलने तो दो,
दे ख लो अ तलक रात जागा नहीिं,
यूँ कहाँ चल ददए,तुि तो ैठे रहो।
154
चलो ातें अभी से अभी की करूँगा,

परीचायक रहे गा ये केवल नयन,
तम्
ु हारे उलझन के सोपान की लें लाएँ,
खद
ु ही उसकी डगर पे िैं चढ़ता चलँ ग
ू ा
सैर पर झील के उसी तीर पर हि चलें,
वहाँ तैरता एक नाव अकेला तम्
ु हे ढूँढता,
तम्
ु हारे स्वप्न-नगर की सदी जा चुकी,
रास्ते न चुके हिसे तुिसे जुदा,
तुम्हारे दे खें हुए,तुि ब ना कि हुए,
अ भी कई लोग ऐसे हैं रहते यहाँ,
तेरे पैरों की चोर्ों से हँसता था जो,
तुम्हारे आँगन की सुि ढूँढती वो कदि,
हर ऋतुओिं िें िंिी है तुम्हारी अर्खेमलयाँ,
ैठ पीपल की डालें झुलाती थी तुि!,
घेर उिड़ी है अ अथाह स्िनृ तयाँ इन्हें ,
जैसे र्पछले जनि के इनको अपने मिलें।
अ ननकर् व्यथि के तुि चयन ित करो,

थाि हाथों िें हाथ सिंग िेरे चलो,
दे खो पत्थरों ने धगने हैं रखे सील कर
तुम्हारे घर रास्ते वही झील का ये शहर,
ये आँगन ये लोगों की आ ाददयाँ,
इन ढली उम्र के इन ढले आँख िें
रुक के दे खो जरा अपनी परछाइयाँ
तुम्हारे फकस्से ये स हैं िौसिों की जतन,
नए फूलों ने सुन कर ब ताई थी रातें कई।
अ सफ़र ार् लँ ू या की रोकँू तम्

ु हें ,
एक िोह की अगन और ििंश्जल अलग,
इसी उलझन िें रिे,अिंक िें पीर भर,
भोर फक अरुण िें अ चलो छोड़ दँ ।ू
-र्वशाल राज अिरे श
155
CUT ME
Touch me with your knives,

Till my skin starts to sheathe,
Cut it deep, slice it sharp,
And I won't weep.
Carve me out,
You'll see I'm human,
Slash me down,
you'll find that I'm ruined.
Ruined to my core,
Daggered at my heart,
How would you harm me if I'm already torn apart?
-Apaar
156
युद्ि लड़ रही है ेदर्यािं
एक जिाना था श्जसिें खमु शयों का खजाना था

चाहत तो थी इक ेर्ी को पाने की
लेफकन ये सिाज तो ेर्ी को सिंसार िें आने से पहले ही उसे कोख िें िारने का ददवाना है।
िािं की कोख िें रहने से जन्ि लेने तक

और जन्ि लेने से िरने तक का सफर,
जीवन के हर क्षेत्र िें युद्ि लड़ रही है ेदर्यािं
वैसे तो वो नहीिं लड़ना चाहती कोई युद्ि
नहीिं जीतना कोई कुरुक्षेत्र का िैदान
और न ही फतह करना फकसी फकले को
फफर भी लड़ रही है ेदर्यािं।
ब ना फकसी रथ और गािंडीव
न ही कोई है अजुन
ि , न कोई सारथी
और न ही है कोई कोई लालच के
हर क्षण वे युद्िक्षेत्र िें है
फक इस सिाज िें सािंस ले सके दो पल
जी सके कुछ पल सुकिंू के
पिंख लगाकर उड़ सके अिं र िें
जी सके कुछे क पल जैसे जीना चाहती है
फक जीने दें कोई उन्हें
जो लड़ रही है हर सिय युद्ि

जो लाद ददये गये है उन पर
वैसे तो इक ात कहनी है िझ
ु े, ेर्ी के इन हत्यारों से
सिंभल कर रहना ति
ु अपने घर िें , अपने ही घर के पहरे दारों से।
इनके मलए हर क्षण यद्

ु ि है ,हर पल यद्
ु ि है
हर पहर यद्
ु ि है , हर सिय यद्
ु ि है
ददन युद्ि है, तो रात उससे भी ड़ा युद्ि है
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रहा होगा कभी ये ननयि रात िें युद्ि करना

ननषेि है
परिं तु इनके मलए रात की वो चप्ु पी ही स से
ड़ा यद्
ु ि है ।
फफर भी ये ेदर्यािं हैं फक लड़ रही है ननरिं तर
ब ना फकसी कृष्ण के उपदे श के
न ही फकसी गीता के ज्ञान के
और ये जो द्विंद्व है जो सिाज की ेडड़यों िें जकड़े हुए,फक पस्त फकये जाते है उन्हे ।
वो पुकारती है कभी कन्हैया को उस िंसी

जैया को
फक काश कान्हा तुिने श्स्त्रयों के मलए कोई गीता का उपदे श ददया होता
काश कभी कुछ गीता का ज्ञान िौपदी को ही
ददया होता
फक युद्ि लड़ो तुि िौपदी
पहचान करो अपने स्वजनो की

फक तुि केवल इक दे ह नही हो िौपदी
हद है ना कान्हा
तुम्हारे इस दे श िें
जहािं इक ओर तो ेर्ी को नौ ददन पूजा जाता है
वही दसवें ददन से ही उसे फफर सिाज के रूढ़ीवादी परिं पराओिं िें ढ़लना पड़ता है
हद है ना कान्हा
फक तुम्हारे इस िुल्क िें जहािं हर कदि पर ैठे हुए हैं भर्वष्य वक्ता और ड़े ड़े व्याख्याता
ये ताते हुए फक िनुष्य कोई दे ह नही आत्िा है
आज वही उस िल् ु क िें दे ह का व्यापार हो रहा है
हद है ना कन्हैया
तम्
ु हारे इस गीता वाले दे श िें
जहािं कभी नारी का सम्िान फकया गया
आज वही उस ेर्ी को
दे ह चाने के मलए ननरिं तर लड़ने पड़ रहे है युद्ि
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आज इस िल्
ु क िें न जाने कैसे कैसे तथाकधथत
यद्
ु िों का सािना करना पड़ रहा है
फफर भी ेदर्यािं हैं फक इन यद्
ु िों को
हिंस कर पस्त फकये जा रही है
सिाज के हर द्विंद्वों को ।
फफर भी जिाना दल गया पर सोच वहीिं पुरानी है

ेर्ों के िोह िें अजन्िी यही कहानी है
जिाना दल गया पर नहीिं दले हि
क पूजी जाएगी ेदर्यािं इसका का है हिें गि
इसका है हिें गि
-Durgesh Parwari
159
SHADOW OF A LIVING GHOST
Some are more, some are less; either way

I sink behind the wall of shadows,
Delving deep into the darkness,
I cannot be seen by them!
Am I hiding? Am I visible? Full of flesh and

Breath standing afore, patiently
Waiting to catch hold of their eyes,
Yet, yet why am I not in their frame?
Did they place me on a scale? Did I hit the

Rock bottom? Is that why my
existence was erased? I am here,
Yet I am not, but a mere shadow of a ghost.
I tried, look at me, here! here! here!

My voice did not reach their ear,
It was blocked, lost its gained power,
Only to be shooed away in the air.
Not even a dust that i am, they affirm

It's invisible presence by rapid blinks
And rubbing eyes, giving life to a lifeless,
While making me a corpse, sucking my heart.
Did I scare them? Alarming their senses;

To lay their eyes not or present their beam,
To lift me up or give me a pat, as they do
To my 'potential' pals, while wiping my image.
Where is my lost voice? That goes deep down
160
When I am to use, to say I value them,

With the fitly use of morphology, that may
Bridge between us the affinity.
Made into a shadow, I fear of melting into the World that's unknown, with
no trace possibly
Left; crippled out of my senses and strengths,
While stifling in their ocean of negligence.
-Pavithra Ananthan
161
MOTHER'S LOVE
In youth's tender bloom, at seventeen's dawn,

I set forth on life's path, my mother now gone.
Her absence a shadow, a void deep inside,
But her love in my heart would forever reside.
Through fields of uncertainty, I ventured alone,

With courage and strength that she had once shown.
Her wisdom, her grace, in my memories held,
Guiding my steps as the story unveiled.
In the pages of time, I sought my own way,

With each passing season, I learned and grew each day.
Her voice in the wind, her smile in the sun,
Reminding me always that we're still as one.
Through trials and triumphs, I carried her grace,

The lessons she taught in every embrace.
Though life can be harsh, and tears often fall,
I'd make her proud, I'd stand strong through it all.
As years turned to decades, I forged my own fate,

With love and her memory as my steadfast mate.
Though I walked this path without her by my side,
Her spirit, her love, in me will forever reside.
For the boy who once wept, now a man full of strife,
Carves his own story, for his dear mother's life.
In the tapestry of time, their bond still survives,
A journey of love that forever thrives.
-Ishan Toraskar
162
ECHOES OF SOLITUDE: THE JOURNEY OF HOPE AND HEALING
In the midst of a path unknown

Longing for love and care to be shown
For when she fell into the depth of distress
Countless souls had slipped away leaving her helpless
In the stillness of the night, she softly pleaded,

For a comforting embrace, her pain to be impeded.
To find solace and refuge in the arms of trust
And banish the fears, as dreams turned into dust
But then the world unfolded around her,

Revealing a realm so magnific and pure
Appeared three fairies divine and ethereal
A gift so bestowed, but would their presence be ephemeral?
A garden they crafted, where they could share

The burdens they carried, the pains they bear
But as time ticked on, the first fairy grew distant
Leaving her wondering was love so inconsistent?
Yet the second fairy drew closer, like a twin,

Their connection blossomed, a love akin.
But alas, the first fairy vanished leaving her stunned.
No apologies given, cutting ties and vanishing like others, she bled.
Still wounded the fairy twin tried,

To bring back smiles that had slowly died.
Yet the ache in her heart remained, as the first fairy's absence left a stain
As the third fairy joined, their pain receded,
Together they found the love they needed.
Watching her twin's glow beginning to dim
163
Caused a strange, strong pain to brim

For in her heart she wished to see,
Her fairy twin shine again carefree.
Remember! The fairy twin said with care, "you are the reason of my
happiness "
Yet her twin's absence, left her in thoughts and restlessness
As life's events were unexpected, filled with abyss
Promises crumbled, sorrows and betrayals
She forged ahead, working hard for her dreams

Ignoring the tiredness, the silent screams
For the smiles of family and loved one's she yearned
And to cherish her fairy twin's bond till her last breath, she affirmed.
-Anusha Anil
164
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31. Megha kumari……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………44

63. Drashti Jadav…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….………99

97. अर्पित नायक………………………………………………………………………………….….…………………………………………138

ECHOES OF THE UNHEARD

In the realm of echoes, unheard they lay,

A symphony of silence, a muted song,

Invisible ink on life's parchment sheet,

So let us listen with hearts wide apart,

The terrific nightmares

They'll knock you down

Running from thoughts,

Pain evolves to a whole new plane

It'll knock you down

But wake up,

I am in my 20's but these days I am rediscovering the art of writing. I have

SOCIAL MEDIA के कीड़े

हि है Social Media के कीड़े

होते हर मसक्के के दो पहलू

दनु नया ,अपने िन से चले तो ठीक

क्यों ना मलए हो BA, MA ,PHD की डडग्री

हि िें हैं सोंचने सिझने की शश्क्त

अतः हैं स्िार्ि फ़ोन िहिंगे -िहिंगे

-Avinash Kumar Sah

In the hush of twilight's gentle kiss,

तू किों से है गुणवान। या वक्त तुझ पर है िेहर ान

रग रग िें ह रहा वह लहू वक्त वाक्य है ।

जीवन ििंत्र जप या तप जाप है।

भूमि,अधिग्रहण,र्विेयक या कानून व्यवस्था प्राप्त है ।

सुननश्वचत है स ,सुख अज्ञात है ।

सिंसार की काया पलर् ना पाई।

-तू किों से है गुणवान। या वक्त तुझ पर है िेहर ान।।

-Ms. Nik sejwar

THE SHELF OF MEMORIES

SOUND OF THE UNSEEN!

With a stroke of your step,

Your eyes speak a lot from the sea,

Intelligence makes you wise,

I was living in the dark..

Aajkal ki duniya kaafi ajeeb si hogyi hai ,

தேநீ ர். இடைதேடை

You said sorry again.

DEEWANGI KI ISS UMR MAI

Deewangi ki iss umr mai

You forgot me, but

THE OCEAN OF MEMORIES

Upon the shores of reverie, I stand,