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Drifting with the Drugs: A Poetic Reunion- Piyush Gandhi
And then I looked up at the sunsmiled and said “Look at that hon”But honey was nowhere to be foundIt was a smile post an eraFunny how I always thoughtWith the drinking you doYour liver would be the one to make us do apartNever thought it would be your lungWe went through the stages togetherYou,…
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An Ode To The Jungles of The Great Chhota Nagpur Plateau- Hirak Dasgupta
There is no loneliness more profound than what is felt in the heart of a busy city amid a thick crowd buzzing, fretting, and quivering in servitude. The modern city is supposed to be the epitome of civilization. And yet, it has nothing to offer to the soul. To the wanderlust, the city is reserata…
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In a forest named Indiana- Chirag Saxena
There was beautiful and unending chaos in a forest named Indiana.It had many inhabitants, but all were meek in front of the Tiger, who ruled with an iron fist. His glare was stronger than the sun, and all were afraid of his presence.Others did not dare question the dreadful ruler, but now things were getting…
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The Voices Within- Varun Anand Bhat
The stage was set, and the light was on me,Anxiety set in, and a voice said I must flee.Looking at the crowd, my face dropped, and I froze,This moment felt like one of my biggest lows. What am I doing, should I be here?I was choosing failure, despite success being near.Convinced of failing, I was…
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Tides of life- Harshwardhan Singh Chauhan
I see a child,A child running,Running far away, Chasing the light,Leaving behind the bulbs and the screens,Chasing the sunlight, bathing in the moonlight, He keeps on running,Like a river he flows, ocean ocean oceanHorizon awaits, leaving behind, The jumbles, the crumbles,Oh, those fumbles,All the confusion, all the rain, Further, he goes,Further, he goes,Teary-eyed, detaching slowly,…
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To The Sparrows- Hirak Dasgupta
and they circled – the sparrows, not knowing the why-s and how-s of us and they circled till one came down and called the others thinking me to be safe I had grains of rice in one hand and a small note in the other that read: I end my life here with the sparrows’…
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Cries that made them laugh- Tanvi Agarwal
If you see a personal diary of your partner. How will you react? This is the story of Varun and Adya. It starts with romance, but then tension builds. How will Varun react when his partner tries to hide her diary?
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Everyday is Women’s Day- Varun Anand Bhat
A woman is a symbol of strength, then why does society not treat her as such. This poem depicts the strength of a woman and the vulgarity of a society that doesn’t recognize it. Happy women’s day!
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The Brown Writer’s Americana- Hirak Dasgupta
How can you effectively write the language of a country you have never visited? Hirak works as a commercial writer for American clients. He took his personal life as an inspiration for this column.
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In Pursuit of Victory- Varun Anand Bhat
A poem about resilience, persistence, and the determination for victory.
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