Nav-varsh ka Suraj Dediptimaan Gagan mein: A poem by Bhargavi Ravindra
नव प्रभात की नव रश्मि पूँज लियेनव परिधान धारितनववर्ष का सूरज देदीप्यमान हुआ गगन में !करता,नव आशा संचारितनवऊर्जा प्रस्फुटितजगती के कण कण में !खगवृंद का...
Winners Corner
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In death came the gift of life: A story by Preethi Warrier
“Got the cadaver.” I heard an attendant at the eye bank call, someone. I peeped into the room where the cadaver lay. A young accident...
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Water… the elixir of life…: A poem by Shakuntala Kanakagiri
A medium to nourish, a channel to flourish A reason to relish, a miracle to cherish, A means to live afresh. Water the magical potion...
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Welcome, My Geriatric Symptoms!: A poem by Gulnar Raheem Khan
The telomeres of my twenty- three pairs Of chromosomes, are now shorter than they were; The seven and thirty trillion cells of my body Are...
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Motherhood: A poem by Soma Bhowmik
Before 25th December It was the Christmas eve That my doctor confirmed I have conceived Floating with joy In various emotions All my nerves Got...
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The silence of the sun’s favorite protege: A poem by Mousmmee Baruah
Her children are always into a squabble.Each one of them wants to be a sole inheritor of her. She weeps, looking at the sky above.How to...
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Water: A poem by Rachna Karara
The muddy, murky water lets out a primitive scream,“Clean me before it is too late,Do not pressure me, no more can I take.”Heavy-duty plastic bags...
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Mother earth: A poem by Rachna Karara
Mother Earth cries in the somber darknessInfinitely abysmal, still, serene and beautifulIt’s a primitive voice in the deep chasms of its vastnessGiving a harsh and...
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Water: A poem by Jayashree Bhattacherjee
Sweating, impetus, electric with elation and wild I ran for a plunge into the water that smiled I dived, fell, floated – what a sweet...
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Mahan Aatma: A poem by Neeti Parti
The Palash had shaken off the summer inertia and begun to paint the horizon with streaks of red The fragrant and floral lawns of Birla...
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Border: A poem by Jayashree Bhattacherjee
The border felt like a swollen blister on her skin It was an open scathing wound, emotional injury within How harsh and painful it is...
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When I am home from the border: A poem by Supriya Bansal
Hiding in the trenches, sweat glistening on my face The sounds of blazing guns surround me, Each shot brings back you, things I was yet to do Promise...
