Tag: Writers of the future
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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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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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Will you be able to answer me?- Vaibhavi Shetty
This poem seems like a letter written to that ex friend or lover. If you could spill it all to that one person you trusted then this is how it would look like.
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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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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,…