Humanity Lost: A Story by Sudha Viswhanath
“Baba, here is the easy chair you have been yearning for all these years.” Sixty years old Milind Apte touched the new chair with tear-filled...
Winners Corner
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Solitary Evening: A Poem by Anindita Mazumdar
Riots of colors, etching the wildness, furor in, unlike hues. Throughout the horizon, strokes of the rampage, the charm of sunset sews. Murky shadows of...
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Perks of Being Alone: A Poem by Amrita Mallik
The slanting rays of the setting sun, Cast long shadows on the ground, As a welcome lull in the fine opera, The evening arrives in...
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The Season of Love: A Poem by Jayashree Bhattacherjee
It’s the season of love, everybody rejoicing in the gaiety and ecstasy all around There is love in the air, in every color, sight, and...
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चेहरा गुलाब सा: मनीषा अमोल द्वारा रचित कविता
मदहोश निगाहें और चेहरा गुलाब सा सिलें लब मगर,वार शब्दों के प्रहार सा ये बेमिसाल ख़ूबसूरती!विरले ही नज़र आती तारीफ़ करे ग़र कोई,कहीं ख़ता ना...
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चेहरा गुलाब सा: शीला एस अय्यर द्वारा रचित कविता
चेहरा खिला-खिला मानो गुलाब जैसा रंग भी आफ़ताब सा। शब्दों का अकाल है यारा कैसे तारीफ करूँ मैं तुम्हारी। लगती हो तुम, हसीन हर पल...
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चेहरा गुलाब सा: अंजली श्रीवास्तव द्वारा रचित कविता
हजार मन्नतों के बाद, जब कुबूल हुई उनकी दुआ, खुशियों की बरसात हुई, जिस दिन जन्म उसका हुआ, खिल उठे माँ- बाप, देख उसका चेहरा...
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Fading Footprints: A Poem by Banani Sikdar
Crossing junctions and intersections of life, My cargo loaded with invaluable caskets, Yet slipping through finger gaps in unfathomable depths Of trenches and ditches, Worth...
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The Season of Love: A Poem by Banani Sikdar
As though a bonded slave, River Hay, a Tundra Beauty, gets subjugated, In a semester-long forced hibernation, she awaits him, to be united. Mighty, weighty,...
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Beauty of Love: A Poem by Ritu Kamra Kumar
Eternal love has no reason or season to celebrate In Its lure and longings lovers perennially meditate Always he looks into her beautiful eyes Deer...
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Bygone Days: A Poem by Mumtaz Khorakiwala
If I were granted the boon to visit yesterday, Into its fading shadows, I’d slink back. And I’d begin to capture faint memories, That time...
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The Girl in The Album: An Article by Narayani V Manapadam
The perfect selfie doesn’t seem Instagram-worthy today. An old yellowed album tumbled out of the almirah today. I pick it up. Years of neglect heaped...
