Category: Manipal Poetry Writing Month

My Diary, Your Pages

मेरी अर्ज़ियाँ भी सुनती है,मेरी शिकायतें भी सुनती है.. मेरे जज़्बात भी समझती है,मेरी खामोशी भी पढ़ती है.. इस फरेब की दुनियाँ में मेरी डायरी एक हमदर्द का किरदार निभाती...

Three

Between three tablespoons of sickly bright orange tonic, (administered thrice daily; no more, no less) bottled in vials shaped unmistakably like grandpa’s third eye (over which eyelashes locked themselves in...

Starry Night

Beneath your dark eyes, there must be light Just like above the darkness, there’s a starry night I’m not sure if either is real, Yet my eyes keep searching, my...

Amidst the Haze

All over it surrounds me There runs past something, yet I cease to see Its silent paws seem right behind Stalking me – A predator kind   Into numbers form...

Baarish

Najaane log kyu ghabra jaate hai kaale badal dekh ke Mujhe to bas itna samajh aata hai ki ab baarish aane waali hai Pehle tip tip barsegi, maano dheere se...