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A Summer At Home

A Summer At Home

By Robyn Dajq

Under the shade of pomegranate tree
By the fields of the northern wheat
I Bite Into Happiness

I Bite Into Happiness

By Nashrah Tanvir

Heavy like gravity of moon sucked into ocean floor
What if I finally bite into happiness
रंग, खुशियाॅं और शब्द

रंग, खुशियाॅं और शब्द

By Saumya Srivastav

कुछ अलग था

कुछ नया था

पहले प्रेम का एहसास 

Happiness

Happiness

By Ishita Das

Happiness to me is a symphony of
melody, flowers, discovering everyday something new, 
नेकी ख़ुदा की... खुशियाँ

नेकी ख़ुदा की... खुशियाँ

By Lopamudra Pal

मेरे लिए वालिद वालिदायन की खुशियां कीमती,
अलावा उनके ना कोई सच्चे मन से करे जिस्त में बसर।
My Happy Place

My Happy Place

By Varsha Karnani

I see my siblings, peeping through my bag, 
For chocolates and snacks and leftover cookies. 
Make Happy

Make Happy

By Ksanbor Shullai

Immortalized, by eyes capturing the palette,

A veduta brushed into the painter’s soul.

 

ख़ुशियाँ अनेक, रंग एक

ख़ुशियाँ अनेक, रंग एक

By Deepak Ahuja

ख़ुशी के मायने, सिर्फ़ धन-दौलत पर, निर्भर नहीं करते,
देख निरिह पशु के, निर्दोष नैन, अकारण दिल धड़कते।
Painting An Ode To Happiness

Painting An Ode To Happiness

By Debahuti Borah

With a book in one hand
And a Zumzin peach wine bottle
In the other -
What Makes Me Happy?

What Makes Me Happy?

By Princy Sanghvi

It is the little things in life I guess ,
That makes me happy and disappear all my stress.
My Nani's Reminiscing Home

My Nani's Reminiscing Home

By Japjyot Kaur Chawla

Her subtle gold, and

Embellished suit salwar,

Would hug us on the doors,

Eid

Eid

By Ali Ashhar

The horizon radiates melange of ecstasy as we celebrate our transformed aura and all the good we did to prevail over evil;

तुम्हारी उड़ान

तुम्हारी उड़ान

क्यूँ टोकता हूँ तुम्हें

ख़ुद मन की करूँक्यूँ रोकता हूँ तुम्हें

छोटी सी ही बात पर क्यूँ दबाता हूँ तुम्हें 

Being Feminine

Being Feminine

For not paying heed to their exigencies
They said this might be my worst deluge of mistakes
Not being coy enough
Not nodding  to their patriarchal rants

अपनी बेटियों को तुम मत सुनाना

अपनी बेटियों को तुम मत सुनाना

अपनी बेटियों को तुम मत सुनाना 
कहानियाँ संस्कार की
बड़े बुज़ुर्गों की राह पर चलने वाले विचार की
इन्हें मत समझाना समझौते करने के फ़ायदे
बर्दाश्त करने के तरीक़े
The blood on their hands

The blood on their hands

you don't sleep the entire night,

the first time you notice your father talk over your mother at the dining table,

she forces her words down

her throat, a museum of everything deemed less important,

Women dream

Women dream

women dream, they mutter in voices as normal as 
the lashing waves during a flood: but we don't hear them. 
We don't hear them because we are afraid
If I should have a daughter

If I should have a daughter

I would tell her to not step in a cab with unknown people

not travel alone,

not wear ripped jeans

not a poem

not a poem

This is not a poem
and today I promise you I won't use 
the honey laden similes and metaphors
on days we are meant to celebrate us
while everything inside it remains
just as empty as the day before
Chai I Made With Rotten Milk

Chai I Made With Rotten Milk

I live in a world where the scale of justice was 

tipped lower for a female for the higher societal standards 

we were meant to follow

Survivor's Guide

Survivor's Guide

How my neighbour prohibits her daughter from wearing jeans

in the name of tradition and safety ;

how my cousin is barred from touring the world

ज़्यादा कुछ नहीं चाहिए ज़िंदगी

ज़्यादा कुछ नहीं चाहिए ज़िंदगी

ज़्यादा कुछ नहीं चाहिए ज़िंदगी

बस इतना ही कि -

जन्म लेने से पहले ही मरने का खौफ़ ना हो।

Draupadi

Draupadi

बात सतयुग की है,

जब मर्यादा की लाज़-शर्म निभाने हेतु मुझे बीच बाज़ार बेच आये थे

My Mother's Silence

My Mother's Silence

My mother's silence remains clogged in her lips coloured red with blood stains
since the moment baba raped her on their suhaag raat 

My Diadem of Death

My Diadem of Death

By Shireen Khan

And all the alarms are blaring 
and red lights glaring

Notes from In-between

Notes from In-between

By Ria Chowdhury

My falling journey you don't want to remember, 
You don't want to write stories for your children. 

 

The Snip

The Snip

By Aarushi Krishnan

‘The village grandma will get Snipped before you do!’ It was as real to us as ghosts or monsters were. 

Urban Dreamscapes

Urban Dreamscapes

By Anagha Smrithi 

the evening powders into violet dust,

the sun is distant & dizzy

A Reverie

A Reverie

By Rohan A

As I sit in a corner of my room
smoking the final joint of the day

The Quill

The Quill

By Prakriti Basu

They dream while they sleep
When all are but breathing corpses