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Poems(english) (20)

Monday, 07 September 2015 06:51

What The Waves Brought In

Meghna Gupta Written by

I had seen carcasses of whales and dolphins

Penguins , sharks and even a crocodile once

Meet unempathetic glances across the shore

What the waves brought in today beat 'em all

It was a lifeless and doll-like corpse of a child

An inheritor of a family of " Refugees " on run

Trying to escape clutches of inhuman camps

Were they any less human dare ask my soul?

Weren't they martyrs to seek a dignified life !?


What the waves brought in today beat 'em all

It haunts my nights and days - a sceptre now

On my head hangs crown of diseased thorns

What we threw into the sea it regurgitates too

Innocence of childhood bleeds a way through

Hopping and tossing on the waves are ghosts

Teasing and defying the laws that chased 'em

Laid to rest and peace finally Nature rescues:

Don't worry they don't need anything no more


Copyrights-  Meghna Gupta Jogani .


3 September , 2015 . 

Sunday, 23 August 2015 04:46


Meghna Gupta Written by

Look ye us straight in the eye , daughters and dear sons !

We are those that rocked your cradles with our guns ,

Keeping your wails in our hearts we stormed the crests  ,

Defending you we took the enemy's shots at our chests .

We are War Veterans , We fight yes , for our dear State ,

We do not care about nights or days , nor a rainy spate .

We pay the price of your freedom with our very lives ,

We keep you safe at home and wander the battle hives .

Unsure whether we shall see the Sun the next morn ;

We are War Veterans , We fight for the rights of a human !

Alas , We do pray when we grow old we die as heroes ...

What we do for you sons and daughters , only a martyr does .

And pledged to serve our country shall we fight till end ,

It doesn't matter whether you respect the blood spent ...



Meghna Gupta Jogani

Friday, 22 May 2015 11:49


Meghna Gupta Written by

 " Cymbals "

 Battling Birth , victorious the baby screamed.

Conspiracy of half-hearted kin that schemed

Satanic , multiple abortions that beat knives ;

Fails : Of witch-like , unreasonable midwives.


Shady survival-schemes push her deceitfully

And continue to usher her naivety forcefully -

Into a half-baked and immature womanhood

Where debauchery thrives and lechers brood.


She stood unseen , in her nocturnal disguise

Again impregnated with another compromise

An age in which normally she'd play with doll

Her pimps assumed she was having a ball...


Some months later she was hired in festivity

Along With her small bundle of responsibility ;

Conveniently dressed in turn as the mother

Of the dark-hued-cream-loving Lord's Avatar*


The very men who squandered her childhood

Were now lined with a farce devotional mood

Clapping cymbals , pulling the cradle strings ;

Welcoming the Lord's birth to kill evil things...!




Short Comment on Poem

  " Cymbals " is about the poignant pathos of the girl child in rural and even cosmopolitan India. On one hand she faces sexual exploitation ; sometimes at the very hands of her family , who curse her birth as a burden ,  and to relieve themselves of which , they sell her into the flesh-trade . On the other , she is often symbolised as the "maiden-mother" ("kanya") and worshipped as a Goddess in various forms.

   Thus "Cymbals" is a homophonic title , for the "cymbals " that are clapped meaninglessly , as if sadistically crushing reason and humanity to bits , and of "symbols" that thus emerge , of a graceless and hypocritical society .


* dark-hued, cream-loving Lord's Avatar = reference to Lord Krishna ( dark and loves dairy products ) believed to be Lord Vishnu's Avatar born to dismiss Evil and whose birth is celebrated as "Janmashtami".




Friday, 06 February 2015 07:12

"The Locked Door"

Rushil Bhatnagar Written by

Lately you will realize that this world was consuming you .

Like every part of yours ,

was meant to submerge into the grounds,

That belonged to the roots.

All your parts Will disappear.

In a fraction of a second ,

 you will feel like loosing yourself.

And then ,

you will wake up from that dream,

 realizing it was created by your soul.

By the cluttering thoughts that always had you.

You will sit , 

Sip a coffee ,

 brush your hair and look at the smudged kohl .

Cry till your last breath,

And breathe as much you can.

But darling, 

The door won't open

& you ?

You won't be able to fly.

Monday, 16 June 2014 08:13

Every Man, a son, a father

Meghna Gupta Written by

Every man I know of , is a son, a father,

The brother whose hand I held when smaller,

The one with whom I played "cop n robber"

He grew up to be a such a cool father!

Sincere and intelligent, his clan's leader.

Friday, 13 June 2014 13:53

Keep Going On…!!

Hitakshi Bawa Written by

When life disappoints you, And the going gets tough, When the downpour begins, And you feel that you have had enough…

When emotions get you tangled, With every passing phase, When friends slam the door and stare, Right on your face…

When the world you believe in, Crumbles upon your soul, And the paradise you cherished, Falls short of your goals…

Remember……………….. Someone is up there, You can forever count on, Who will kiss away your pain, And be with you all the way long…

So get up…………. Keep going on, Till you achieve the goal…!!

©Hitakshi Bawa

Friday, 13 June 2014 13:52

My Love for You!!

Hitakshi Bawa Written by

Time changes, and so does the world but never changes My Love for you… Life changes and situations also but never change my behavior towards you… You are mine and so did your soul, but what will make us, to be called as more… I know it’s difficult to be together, But I will love you even more day by day forever… Still my heart deny to lose you.. Refuse to accept the fact which is true… I need my life I need my peace… I need my days, my nights, My thoughts, my dreams… I need my breath which is in you… I need you my love, my love as you…!!

Friday, 13 June 2014 13:47

The Final Goodbye…!!

Hitakshi Bawa Written by

Why am I changing myself?

For whom am I waiting so while,

Things gonna change was my hope,

You’ll come one day that I thought…

I treasured you in my heart,

I wished we'd never be apart,

But time wanted something else that,

I never thought I could be this sad…

I remembered the talks we did,

Yes!! I remembered the walks we did,

still I remember u holding my hand,

but the point was that you didn't take the stand...

My heart really hurts,

My heartbeats are in pain,

As I know, life without you,

Will never be the same…

And then one day I woke up with tears in my eyes,

I told myself "that's enough" and so I realized,

That I've given everything I've ever had,

But despite all of these, you chose to break my heart...

I can’t blame you,

As you were the one I loved,

Now Wish me luck and say goodbye

as this would be the last I wished…!! ©Hitakshi Bawa

Friday, 13 June 2014 13:17

Unconditional Love: Love is Life!!

Hitakshi Bawa Written by

Beautiful life and a beautiful love,

Is all that one always dreamed off

All have it once for sure,

But some desire for more or some doesn’t recognize the pure…

Some who get it, get pleased forever,

Heaven is on earth for them, when they both are together,

Love is all that cherish in their souls of the world,

They do not see or feel the negativity of this world…

A treasure of love is between two hearts,

Nothing will ever torn them apart,

Their love will stood the test of time,

They will still be together as their souls entwined…

If they are together, they can conquer the world,

All the problems are meant just nothing to them,

The touch that they share,

The secrets that they hear,

Are their tender, affectionate ways…

Getting a true one is not in everyone’s fate,

And those who have it, lose it with their utmost mistake,

If you have it, please keep it secure,

Don’t let anything come between your souls…!!

©Hitakshi Bawa

Thursday, 05 June 2014 09:27


Pratyusha Choudhary Written by

The chill of JANUARY,

the peace of Dove...

The beginning of the year,

brought me my love...

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