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I shall fly: A poem by Sonal Singh

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You stay in a high rise apartment, I in a slum Your life is joyous and gay, mine is often glum. Your roof does not leak, it can stall the rain My life is a leaky cauldron, comes with pain. You were born out of love, are coveted, craved My penurious existence, for years I have braved. Your dreams give you wings, to unfurl and fly My limit is my hovel, under the condescending sky. The winds of my fate rage against my pitiful life Breaking my wings, curtailing my will with a knife. They can break my wings, but my spirit will endure And I shall fly, I shall overcome, of that, I am sure. Attachments area

Reach for the Stars: A poem by Gigi Mejri

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Provided that you have the will Step by step, you climb the hill Put the mountain your goal so tall Board the ladder of success with determination You will neither stumble nor fall Aim high with self-confidence Big achievements start so small A wandering thought in the mind Work on it with heart and soul Then the best results you'll find Remember that Stardom doesn't come at random It is the place of those who yearn for the kingdom Those whose crown is the fruit of what was sown The ones who changed the world with a good deed Who fought injustice, destruction, and greed Stardom is a virtue that glides from above with hue Never say "I can't" , spread your wings and fly Once above, the stars will be reachable You will taste grandeur and soon impress Those who still look for a way out from their impasse Reach for the stars and be a model of progress

Broken Wings: A poem by R. Sharanya

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Who does not have broken wings? While flying to win the odds in life…. Who are aware, what clock next brings? While targeting the goal amidst many a strife…. Problems and failures may come as a part; That connotes not the end of the game…. Dwelling in them shall ruin mind and heart; But hope and perseverance can help to reframe! Better to shed tears and start afresh today…. Than to remain submerged in the unfavourable past; Let stagnant not fears that hurdle your way; Unless we define, there’s nothing called the last….. In the struggle for victory in the hard race; Obstacles may cause some dented pain…. Better not quit but mount the grit to face; For self-confidence is the medicine for vain…. When wings are broken, gather your courage; Heal them with wisdom and conquer the war…. Let your innate power unleash from the cage; Because, darker the sky, brighter the star!

Broken Wings: A poem by Mir Samsul Haque

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Far from comely hum of community, life is in a limbo Fighting against the battle of life with honeyed gusto Sorrows are unleashed, seek someone to share and assuage A lone survivor of despondency, from distance calling mirage And my poor soul is torn apart by the howling strife Tremulous shadow twists the tender chord of life Strokes of isolation deaden life's utter sublimity Right away everything seems morose and empty The aching soul wears shabby silhouette Each time reconciling the streaks of regret Standing undecided in the dark alley of life Encountering eerie strangers with weird motif In the quagmire of confusion, an urge for placidity Someone will descend and dispel my oddities Should someone sit beside me and recite realities Life will be smoothered for certain certainties With broken wings, rightly now I'm an undefined bard My frolicking heart with dry emotions are latently marred Fretting over a fateful destiny that too vociferously Still, I aspire a spac

Vaadein: A Hindi poem by Nisha Tandon

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किए थे वादे कुछ खाई थी क़समें ज़िंदगी की साँझ तक तुम मेरे साथ चलना बदल जाएगा मौसम बदल जाएगी ये रुत भी बदलते वक़्त के साथ मगर तुम मत बदलना आएँगी मुश्किलें अनजान रास्तों पर उलझन भरी राहों पर तुम हर क़दम सम्भलना जब कभी ज़िंदगी के दोराहे पर खड़ा पाओ मुझको कुछ क़दम बढ़ा कर तुम मेरा हाथ पकड़ना कह ना पाए जब कभी किसी से कोई बात दिल की गुज़ारिश थी तुमसे तुम ही मेरे हमराज़ बनना कुछ लम्हों की दूरियाँ गर कभी आ भी जाएँ मेरे इंतज़ार में मगर तुम तमाम उम्र गुज़र करना हैं मुसाफ़िर कुछ घड़ी के आज , हैं सांसें अधूरी मेरी आख़िरी साँस के तुम हमनफ़ाज बनना बदल जाएँगी तारीख़ें क़िस्मत की हमारी मगर मुक़द्दर के एक बार फिर तुम हमसफ़र बनना आज ढलती उम्र की दहलीज़ पर खड़े हैं हम दोनों मुझसे किए वादे को हमदम मेरे तुम याद रखना छूट जाए साथ अब अगर किसी भी वजह से अपनी रूह को मेरे बाद ही तुम आज़ाद करना

Candyfloss: A poem by Nisha Tandon

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Amidst the chaos and hush rush in a  marketplace Hassled mothers drag the children by their hand Reluctantly they follow with a zigzag trail Till their eyes fall on a magician candyfloss man His voice for them is like sweet wind chimes Musical and melodious jingles as be shares He is a messiah who miraculously transports them To the fantasy land of carnivals and extravagant fairs Saddened eyes brighten as the children relentlessly plead There’s a strange spark that one can’t ever miss They don’t give up until their mothers allow Just one last one of the sweetest bliss Fairy floss with rainbow hues Fluffs of clouds in pink and white around a stick Candyfloss man spins the wheel so scrupulously Children are truly mesmerized by this magical trick He smiles as he sees the eagerly waiting faces Crystals of sugar soon transform into a visual treat Jubilant children can’t wait to lay their hands And enjoy every bite of the delicacy as they eat Each bite melts like butter in their mouths As

Reach for the stars: A poem by Bhargavi Ravindra

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She grew up listening to Twinkle Twinkle little stars And kept wondering what they are Till the day world beckoned her to reach for one Heard people call out “Go, get up ...reach for the stars” Tragedy is not, in not reaching the goals  Tragedy is in not having goals to reach  Courage on your side and will power to back Defying all norms ...Go, get up ....reach for the stars! Life is never as you wish it to be -simple and easy Strewn with thorns, roads are narrow and bumpy  Try relentlessly- “Effort” is the only tool you are equipped with You owe it to yourself ....Go , get up ....reach for the stars! Dream a dream and dress it up in bright colourful attire Let it smile like a beautiful rainbow across the sky Create your own celestial world of Sun, Moon, Stars Make your dream come true.......Go, get up...... reach for the stars! There is no ladder that will take you up to the stars your “never say die spirit” will take you thus far Don’t b

Candyfloss: A poem by Bhargavi Ravindra

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Tring ....Tring....Tring....Tring ...there goes the bell Children in heaps ...run ...run..indoors .......to tell “Out you come ..all of you ..See who is in the street?” “He is our Candy Man with his famous pink sweet!” Leaving everything aside, kids just run helter-skelter No sweet can be as attractive, none can be sweeter A large softball of pink sugar, in form of thin thread Usually sold on a stick, kids do love to lick till is bared! He goes around happily pulling the cart with a glass box Beckoning kids to taste his freshly made candy floss  For each child he ....has a special anecdote to share His stories weave a magic spell, make it rarest of rare! The evening bell goes announcing the school is now shut Children falling over each other run ...run to be their first The candy man with his colorful bounty stands there tall Candy floss for each, of their choice, hands out to all! Let me share with you children interesting information The sw

Chalo Chalte hain: A Hindi poem by Bhargavi Ravindra

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चलो इस तंग और ख़ुदपरस्त जहाँ से बहुत दूर निकल चलते हैं चलो चलते हैं जहाँ हमारी ख़्वाहिशों के,एहसासों के दीये जलते हैं। जो मैं लड़खड़ा जाऊँ कभी,तुम मेरा सहारा बन थाम लेना बढ़कर  जैसे, सुदूर उफक में दिन रात एक दूसरे की आग़ोश में ढलते हैं । कहीं ऐसा न हो मैं तुम्हें पुकारूँ और मेरी सदा तुम तक न पहुँचे साँसों की डोर से एक दूसरे को बाँधे चलो हमक़दम चलते हैं । ज़िंदगी की जद्दोजहद में,वो सारे लम्हे जो हम जी ही नहीं पाए कभी आज उन लम्हों को टटोलकर देखें,शायद हमारे खाब इन में पलते हैं। हम तुम इन राहों पर चलते जा रहे हैं जाने कब से ,कुछ याद नहीं वक्त से कहो दम भर ठहर जाए,जरा दम ले लें फिर हम चलते है। लंबा सफ़र है और ज़िंदगी मुख़्तसर ,जाने कब शाम घिर आए बहुत सी बातें हैं कहने वाली, आओ आज एक दूसरे से कह लेते हैं । अब पीछे मुड़कर क्या देखना , अब तक़दीर से क्या शिकायत माना काँटे चुभते हैं ,मगर, इसके आग़ोश में ही गुलाब खिलते हैं । बडी शिद्दत से दुआ की है ये अपना साथ न टूटे ,हाथों से हाथ न छूटे  मेरे हमसफर !चले चलो जहाँ जमी आसमा एक दूसरे से मिलते हैं । आग़ोश - बाँहों में , उफक - क्षितिज , जद्दोजहद - उ

Passion: A poem by Jellie N. Wyckelsma

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Passion is the energy that rushes through our veins, When we aim for achievement in the field we love. It spurs us on to exploit our talents to the top, And until it is finished we won’t stop. The heart rate increases, the pupils enlarge, Sweat pours from our brow, As we work on a project all day and night Until the result of our efforts is coming in sight. The sculptor, the painter, the writer, the actor, The athlete, the swimmer, the scientist and, Too many others know only too well, How to be passionate, as their results will tell. All display a great passion for life, being thankful for all it has given us. For if it wasn’t for life, with which we’ve been blessed, We would be zombies, destined to be put to eternal rest …

Passion: A poem by Jayashree Bhattacherjee

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The insatiable passion of blooming the buds gained on me From the adorable ones to beautiful fragrant flowers I wanted them to be So passionately, with all my heart I sprouted green tendrils of love I made the buds blossom with a new vision of life Yearning for the light I illuminated their lives I soaked the flowers in the sun rays , glowing with dews I smeared the fresh mornings with golden and silvery hues With my passionate hands, I hung the flowers on the tree Where smiling with dainty dewdrops, they were so carefree With a sprinkle of care, I splashed on them many a beautiful colour Glowing, they swayed and danced sprightly, full of fervour With the magical theme, I splashed water to create rhymes with so much fun With liquid rays, I splashed showers to turn blue skies into tinged crimson With patience, I arranged the chords that talked to souls I made them climb every mountain to reach their goals My passionate soul glowed happily amidst these f

Autumn Musings: A poem by Nisha Tandon

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From my palette of colors I long to paint the remnants of summer And maple leaves in hues of orange, brown and red As the cool breeze whispers and moves aimlessly through the trees The leaves come cascading and joyously on them bare feet I tread Laden in boughs they entice me with their fiery brilliance Their spicy scent flows intoxicated in the midst of the chilly, frosty air Slowly dropping to the soft cushioned ground to form a velvety carpet Golden, crisp leaves fall softly till the trees are almost bare As the edges of leaves change to burnt yellow and crimson It’s the perfect time to enjoy the last warmth of the flaming sun Longer cozy nights are here as the days get shortened Smoke from wood fires have finally begun A sight that’s so mesmerizing , bring solace to tiresome eyes Entwined with delightful mysteries and untold stories of the past As the crispy air tickles my nose and I shudder in the cold I pray for this beautiful moment till eternity to last I rest myself agains

Autumn Musings: An article by Jellie N.Wyckelsma

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  The haste of summer subsides , and the golden days slip away quietly. Autumn makes a brave entry. In our memory, the ferocious bush-fires of yesterday become mere , softly glowing embers . The smothering, black smoke has long gone. Birds flock together, fleeing to a warmer climate. They are off to Queensland, or even further onto the Northern hemisphere. The seagulls stay, and enjoy bobbing on the boisterous waves of the Southern Ocean. I n autumn time wrinkles . Daylight hours shrink. At dawn a soft sun peeps through the mist , mak ing the drops on spider webs glisten . A rare display of precious pearls in the early morning hour. The antarctic w inds turn into wild storms . The trees in the forest tremble. O ld leaves flu s ter nervously , before fl oating down en masse and showering us with colour … We gather nuts, mushrooms, and berries ; harvesting the last fruits of summer. When preserved we will enjoy them another day. Our boots tread on, swish ing in the car

Let Autumn come: A poem by Sonal Singh

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Under the virgin vanilla sky, Splatter a few dollops of butterscotch Melting on the caramel hues of bare sentinels Brazenly beckoning the ochre autumn skies. Sprinkle a few drops of red On the expansive canvas of the welkin, Sketch out a sleepy sun out yonder In a few dribbles of orange-gold tones. Then scribble with the dark ink A few birds, flying homeward bound. Let the colours of the eve gradually Meld into the shades of the starry night. Suspend a caliginous haze Over the vista, let it hang enraptured Over the many yellowed strewn leaves Littering the serpentine pathways to home. Let autumn come!

Autumn Musings: A story by Riddhi Bhatti

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As I see through the window, everything looks so surreal. Nature adorned in hues of golden and crimson like a new bride. The strewn netted leaves tinkling at her slightest touch. The humming breeze filling the silence of autumnal dusk. And mild showers kissing the bare branches as they shrug. You would remember. Do you? When we married last year around this time. Our college crush had finally blossomed into marriage. New aspirations, new horizons, a new life beckoned us both. From where I sit today, I can still see that moor, a little uphill which we both would scamper like little kids on misty September evenings. And like that young couple under the isolated maple tree, we would stand for hours in the warmth of each other's breath. People said sunsets looked sublime from the moor. But only I know how many of them have I missed gazing into your sunshine eyes. And do you remember that elderly couple whom I looked up to, to tell you how I wished to grow old with you.

Passionate: A poem by Subhashchandra B. Adhav

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P Positive my sky, positive my attitude    Passionate my wings, surely I scale a new altitude A Ambitious me, my ambition has a million feathers     Assures me my passion, I will dare rough weathers S Stringent my discipline, earnest my passion     Soulful my action defines my mission S Sun and moon, my adorable cosmic orbs, I worship their radiance      Stars twinkle in my heart with marked brilliance I Iconic my achievements, my passion is the driver    Inside of me, accomplished fairies dance with fervor O Opportunity strikes the door I open my heart’s core     Operational my passion, reaps chance more and more N Night spreads dark shroud but bat’s awesome navigation     Nest dwelling passionate bird derives invigorating inspiration A Aims at higher, my passion splendid its goal     Always it burns like cinder, never remains like moribund coal T Time is precious, my passion obeys time    Trusting to diligence, it pursues dreams prime E Enteri

Dream High: A poem by Ate Mamu

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Spread your wings and fly, my little butterfly To the mountains and prairie, to the wide blue sky.  Showers of rain and strong winds on your way Testing your strength and your will to slay.  Swim and glide to the deepest ocean and sea You might lose your breath and moved by the waves Remember that you can find the treasures and wonders Through the depths of the wild and distressed water.  Reach for the stars, dream and follow your desire Keep moving and keep on climbing, leave the past behind The road you take maybe hardest, rocky and rough But with determination and strength, you will be tough.  The sky is too high, the ocean is too deep Success will not happen if we stop and sleep Fly to the sky, swim to the sea, to the best of our abilities We will reach our dreams and catch the best of possibilities.  

Victory of Good over Evil: A poem by Subhashchandra B. Adhav

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This world since its creation Is cursed with the skewed equation On one side is good spirit While on the other side is evil spirit Since its birth the world had witnessed many wars Good and Evil spirits always fought the wars Gods and angels are the persona of good spirit Through human welfare they established merit Devils and demons are the persona of spirit bad Through the destruction, they produced results sad Gods versus devils, the world always witnesses the continuous battle Their the score they couldn’t settle With love and amity, Gods wish to establish peace and harmony While with cruel, wicked deeds devils do damages many Compassion, sympathy are offspring of good spirit While hate, disdain, acrimony are creations of bad spirit Evil has its negative course; good overcomes it with positive force While good has a positive course, evil resists it with negative force Moral base is the strength of good The outcome is always good Immoral ba

Nadi: A Hindi poem by Anjana Prasad

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माँ कहती है यहाँ इतराती बलखाती बहती थी इक नदी हिलोरें लेती, धरती को परी लोक सी समृद्ध, पावन करती जीवन को कर्तव्यों से आबद्ध, गति प्रदान करती थी... मौसम की खुमारी में हर ऋतु सुहानी थी। पक्षियों के कलरव से तन्द्रा की उबासी होती दूर वह प्रभाविनी, जिसे चूमने को मेघ बरसते मदमस्त, कमालिनीं खिलती, सावन सी हवा मल्हार गाती अब दरख़्त सूख गयें, हर पल भरी दोपहरी है जीवनप्रदायिनी अमृतदायिनी निर्झरिणी,गोद में जिसके सभ्यता के विकास की गाथा पनपी थी अब, सन्नाटों  की बस्ती है। कैसा यह बदलाव? कैसी प्रगति? कैसा विकास? बस्ती आसमानों में बसाने की चाह में, धरा बंजर हो रही नदी सूख गयी, माँ कहती है यहाँ कभी कश्ती तैरा करती थी ढूंढ रही मैं नदिया को इस पार और उस पार ज़ख्म की सी. निशान सी नदी पथरा गई है।

Maa Kehti hai kabhi yahan kashtiyan taira karti thi: A Hindi poem by Priti Patwardhan

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माँ कहती है कभी यहाँ कश्ती तैरा करती थी  माँ बचपन में यह कहानी सुनाया करती थी जब याद आती है माँ को  उस गाँव की वादियाँ याद आती है गालियाँ जहाँ बस्तीयाँ बसा करती थी उमड़ती धुमड़ती भावनाएं तरंगे लिया करती थी भीनी भीनी सी बातें मन को लुभाया करती थी माँ कहती है गाँव में पहाड़ियाँ हुआ करती थी ऊँचे ऊँचे पेड और हरियाली हुआ करती थी गाँवो को  छू कर वहाँ घने जंगल बसा करते थे घण्टों बतियाते हम जंगल रोज़ जाया करते थे इन जंगलो से हो कर एक नदी बहा करती थी दिखाई थी माँ ने वो जगह जहाँ कश्ती तैरा करती थी माँ बताती है कैसे जीते थे खुले आसमां के तले चिलचिलाती धूप और हमें बरगद की छांव मिले दौड़कर दिनभर हम तितलियाँ पकड़ा करते थे कश्तियों में बैठकर कहीं दूर भी जाया करते थे देख रहे हो न ये छोटे छोटे ताल ,जलाशय रह गए  हैं कलकल बहती थीं यहाँ नदी अब पोखर रह गए है एक छोटी बच्ची आश्चर्य से  देख समझ रही थीं क्या ये वही जगह है यहाँ कश्ती तैरा करती थीं?

The Two Warriors-Good and Evil: A poem by Bhargavi Ravindra

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EVIL screamed at GOOD- seeing it gaining  entry into its domain “Stop right there, dare not enter my territory, without my permission This is my world and I set the rules; right or wrong, no confrontation  One who disobeys will vanish into thin air or will regret being born !” GOOD continued to walk soaking in the heavenly beauty around  The enchanting blue sky, the valleys, rivers, the lush green ground  Unmindful of Evil’s screams -“How lovely world is!” thought aloud “I Must look for Love, Peace and Universal Brotherhood all around!” “My mission on the earth is to wipe out tears and spread a smile Even if it hurts and I am left alone, come what may, will walk that extra mile I am a warrior, have to fight demons; fight must I to win over guile Hate, violence, meanness, killing, torture must crush, let not pile!” Evil roared,” how dare! you Good for nothing, raise your voice? I made it clear, you live here on my terms , you just have no choice My

Passion: A poem by Bhargavi Ravindra

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The day with all its thrills and spills folds itself to bid adieu  Through the window, I see Sun rays spreading its aura for one last time-Before the darkness slowly creeps in! Stars come out in cluster, moonbeam dance to the rhythmic beat  Trees rejoicing, swaying as the gentle breeze, breeze past them Setting ripples in the stillness of the night! I surrender to a serene calmness descending and hugging me  I see my dream glowing, perched in a corner all set to take flight something inside me whispers ..WRITE...propelling me to get going Like a stream cascading down, words flow onto the blank sheet Slowly, the inner door within me shuts down to the noise outside  I am lost to the world; my mind, heart, and thoughts are in sync  WOW.......There I visualize my thoughts taking shape  what is this, I wonder that beckons me to give in to the urge. I call it Midnight Romance with Words...Words flow ...filling up lines...paragraphs And finally ...finally... I se