Pen by Diya Baral
Today I wrote a poem
With a pen.
Maybe it was totally blue ink…
Or, it was totally black ink…
Or, other colourful inks…
I didn’t know.
Whatever it was,...
जहाँ सीता, वहीं राम by Navratra
जहाँ सीता,वहीं राम
क्या राम आयेंगे तो सब बदल जायेंगे?
हर महिला में सीता माता देख पायेंगे?
अपने अंदर के रावण को हरायेंगे,
या उद्घाटन के बाद फिर...
Skeleton Skin by Monobina Nath
Peeling off
my apple skin
in winter star.
curtain embraced me
to see-
my scars.
so, I'm holding
my heart
at window grilles-
to color,
to ornament
the shapes of wind-
that...
Unlisten the Listened by Mohini Tiwary
Sometimes, it is necessary to unlisten the listened For saving yourself from chaos ,
Which in itself is better for your own growth .
For awakening...
शिकायतें by Navratra
शिकायतें कभी वक्त से,
कभी खुद से,
कभी ज़माने से,
हमेशा रहतीं है।
जब छोटे थे तो शिकायतों का दौर नहीं था,
खेलना - कूदना, खाना - पीना,
ज़िन्दगी में...