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When Selenophile met Nephophile- Himashree Rabha
The author writes this poem about her partner. She feels lucky to have them in their life. You can consider this a valentine’s special!
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Next station: Ego death- Chirag Saxena
I have been taking metro rides in Delhi for a decade now. In my ten years I have noticed different characters that you can find in any subway. But then I noticed that I am also the characters that I observed. The sense of self started to flee because I decided to travel in a…
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Money’s Grip on society- Chirag Saxena
Everything in this world is centered around money. People read their horoscopes for it, they pray for it, and they even indulge in tarot for it. I understand the reason for this behavior. Money means resources. If you have more of it then it means that your future is secure and your family’s future is…
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Empty Stomachs, Heavy Hearts- Varun Anand Bhat
From the moment we are born, till the time we die, Life turns into sadness, and happiness seems like a lie. The rich eat well, their stomachs are filled, The poor live empty, and due to hunger, they are killed. Content with our meal, we sleep at night, The poor beg for food, trying to…
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Escaping ideology- Chirag Saxena
“Haven’t you heard? They have built a wonderful temple in Ayodhya!” Everyone screams about that city these days. It has become the new Jerusalem. A city is only as holy as the blood spilled for it. But then I decide to go to my rooftop. It may not be holy but at least no blood…
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A decade long frustration against fascism- Chirag Saxena
I come from one of the most privileged sections of India: Hindu, Upper Caste, Middle Class, Heterosexual Male. While caste and religion do not mean anything to me, I know that they affect my reality. I have avoided many struggles because of my background, yet I know that when national and global fascism rises, it…
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Moonlit Comforts- Vaibhavi Shetty
Snuggled up in my cozy bed last night, Blankets warm, stars shining bright. Looked out of my window, what a delight, The moon was there, casting soft light. The weather was chilly, but I felt so snug, Sinking in dreams on my comfy rug. The moon, like a friend, watching me sleep, Kinda felt fancy,…
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Whispers of Ashes- Priyangshu
She was disappearing into ashes, The ashes never settled; they flowed. Somewhere much far but close, Transcending time and Cassandra’s prose. She roams in the shadows of happiness, she spreads. In the shadows of love, she gives. Far from humanity’s deceptive guise, Her tranquil soul flies. Her memories linger in presence, Her fragile life’s reminiscence,…
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A memo on progress- Alex Diaz
with progress //anything is possible //though possibility never-assured //we can be infinite //infinite energy //eternal science //and minds devoted //perfection can never change //thus we remain perfect //all things are sublime //and humans shan’t differ // with progress //we have become dead //so let us celebrate – celebrate our lovely deaths //yet we have become…
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Matter of discards- Himashree Rabha
An inner power lies within,A life story filled with damaged skin.The punishment and the prize,and a master of disguise. Forge in the fires of treachery,somewhere in the midst of pain.Trapped in dilemma,woven into little souls. Tight in the darkness,while turmoil due to fears.Beacons with its call,calling only certain souls. Reflection of conscious stream,miseries making the…
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