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Meghna Gupta

Meghna Gupta Jogani ,born in Mumbai ,has a Masters degree in English from Shreemati Nathibai Damodar Thakersey University,Mumbai.The studies on Feminism greatly influenced her art in writing. Her... Read More

Monday, 07 September 2015 06:51

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 . 

Shreya Kumar

Shreya Kumar is pursuing her higher studies but putting that whooshing noise of words in her head to rest by writing it down is her passion. Recently, her story 'Dance of Life' was declared amongst... Read More

Saturday, 17 May 2014 13:24

Memories,

Deeply etched within,

The torn heart,

My naive soul.

Heartbeats,

Tender and so close,

Still beat in vain,

In my fragile heart.

Untold stories,

satyendra

Hi, I am Satyendra. I was born on 20th may 1985 in Jaunpur district of U.P. I have completed education(B.A.) from purvanchal university in jaunpur then I moved to Delhi in search of livelihood and... Read More

Tuesday, 20 May 2014 09:37

In Nature's Lap

You and I till doom's day

in this changing world

would walk together hands in hands,

every path, high and low, come my way.

where's the sun makes

dew on grass blade

Pratyusha Choudhary

I am Pratyusha Choudhary. I am presently studying in std 12 in Chinmaya Vidyalaya,Bokaro Steel City. I am 17 years old. My passion includes literature,music and photography. I stay with my Mom and... Read More

Thursday, 05 June 2014 09:27

The chill of JANUARY,

the peace of Dove...

The beginning of the year,

brought me my love...

Hitakshi Bawa

Being bubbly, carefree and full of life, Hitakshi Bawa hails from the Capital of India, New Delhi. Along with working as an Executive Administration in a MNC, she is also pursuing her MBA from AIMA.... Read More

Friday, 13 June 2014 13:53

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

Rushil Bhatnagar

Rushil Bhatnagar is a high school senior living in India. He is currently pursuing his dreams which include being an active poet .   Apart from being a poet , he indulges in photography, music... Read More

Friday, 06 February 2015 07:12

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.

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