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Welcome to the community blog of DelSlam. Here you can read truthful writings on things that matter in our lives. Share your thoughts in the comments section.

Woman

Woman

Rimmi Kaur

I am happy, can I say?
or every word is gonna make me pay.
Am I too weak if I cry?
Somebody, please help me fly.
No,
Quiet be quiet every time.

Atlantis

Atlantis

Mukesh Choudhary

Some things unheard,
Some words unsaid.
A beauty unseen,
And those, who lived,
Living undead.

Homesick Part 2

Homesick Part 2

Aryaman Kakkar

The first time I felt like this, I was in the 7th grade. In a tent in a national park, surrounded by tigers and cricket warnings of the night and what lurked in the bush.

House is not home

House is not home

Vidya Rajagopalan

My house is not my home
it is a cuboidal space to live in
because it does not have the soul that
makes it a sanctuary, a sanctimonious dome.
I can't tell you

I can't tell you

Tushar Shrivastava

I cannot tell you
How to live
All I can tell
I have tried and failed
And that I was
The most alive.

Inside my mind

Inside my mind

Muskan Gupta

Do you ever just wonder if not where you are now, 
where would you have been?
Do you ever just sit to trace back your life?
Embracing the soft silken thread of your journey, from one end to the other?

Lucid Dream

Lucid Dream

Samyukta R

I can hear the shattering of the mirror in my dream. 
The clink, the crack. 
And when he did it,
did he use a baseball bat ?
A movie goodbye

A movie goodbye

Mallika

It’s a movie goodbye but it’s rush hour, 
no empty roads to dawdle on, 
cars behind us continuously honk. 
In a minute though, you’ll be gone. 
Poetry and Me

Poetry and Me

By Srishti Pandey

Poems? Poetry?
Not for me
I don't like them.
As I firmly believed in my non-creative side

Beyond the last sunset

Beyond the last sunset

By Sangeetha S

where feet rest on spoken words
kept for so long
in a treasure chest
of unfinished days;
where all of the reasons are lost
in vanilla haze

What was I made for, asks Barbie

What was I made for, asks Barbie

By Parul Mahajan

At 13, 
Abuse lived so close to your sleeping place you almost thought it was a nightmare
But it was true, Nobody believed you because you were naive, you were still learning to make two braids and not getting better at it.
Eternity

Eternity

By Jyni Verma

We’ve built our love on endless toxicity
Burning the roses but keeping the thorns
Dancing mechanically
On a bed of jagged glass.
We pull and push and struggle.

My ancestral nostalgia

My ancestral nostalgia

By Akshita Sharma

my ancestral nostalgia
patterns down my
dadi's suti cotton saree
on my light wheatish skin,—
the saree she wore.
Youth’s unwavering spirit

Youth’s unwavering spirit

By Ramandeep Kaur

Faith was aloud,

Happiness was wild,

Joys were mesmerising,

Thus everything was shining bright.

A Box

A Box

By Jayanti Kandwal

There’s a box
Hiding in a corner of my room
A little ruff on the edges
But so familiar as I hold it in my hands
Oh! It’s locked
Where’s the key?

In conversation with Varalika Mishra

In conversation with Varalika Mishra

I personally feel boundaries are an essential part of human interaction. When someone is not at ease or comfortable, it should be alright to say a simple NO. Saying no doesn’t make a person bad or wrong. It is more about preserving your energy and prioritising yourself.
Florence, where my heart resides

Florence, where my heart resides

BY SAACHI SHETTY The firestorm killed the lights and knocked the ship deep in into space. Somehow, the instruments were still alive, but there was...
Self-Portrait

Self-Portrait

By Adam Zagajewski

Between the computer, a pencil, and a typewriter

half my day passes. One day it will be half a century.

Hide & Seek

Hide & Seek

By Additiya Kar

Without realising my eyes would always follow and notice this old man sitting in the bus queue eating something

Roads not elaborated, but experienced

Roads not elaborated, but experienced

By Aditi Shah

Gunmetal-grey moustache, jaded crow's feet,
the derby's spoke all concrete english

She, the City.

She, the City.

By Maria Uzma Ansari

Even though I hate naming things, I could never live in cities divided into sectors

Street Nights

Street Nights

By Ishani Shambhobi Ghosh

I’d rather watch the moon
than count motorbikes to sleep

The Beggar

The Beggar

By MUKUL KUMAR

And stomachs out
Some cacophonous score which 

 

Unfreedom

Unfreedom

By Alivia Ghosh

The closed shutters have gathered dust
Like unvisited graveyards.

Sensorium of sun

Sensorium of sun

By Sumedha Chakravarthy

Somedays, the city unfurls a map of secret sunny lanes.
When I first chanced upon one such tucked-away street

Bucket List

Bucket List

By Dyondra Wilson

Walking home from work today, I saw a Korean woman setting up flowers at the back of her truck.

People and Places

People and Places

By Varisha Abdullah

Mama’s love for shopping was unconditional and mine, for her. So, on each trip to
the market...

Peculiar

Peculiar

By Ananya Sahoo

I live on the most peculiar street in the world,
A pretty bubble if you may...

The Walk of Freedom

The Walk of Freedom

By Harsha Sewani

I gaze outside the window,
as the sun conceals behind the clouds.

I may be free

I may be free

By Navneet Bahri

Bracketed by a million beginnings and endings
Born of bondage to approval and praise