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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.

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

THE RED KITE

THE RED KITE

By Nikunj Agnihotri

Bubbling with a childish enthusiasm in the air.
Is letting the innocent, the small black shadows

Wounds and judgement: a poem on emotional freedom

Wounds and judgement: a poem on emotional freedom

By Akshita Sharma

To hold on to a tether firm enough
To shoulder her aching heart.

Bindu

Bindu

By Prarthi Dholakia

It’s funny how my parents named me Bindu because I am a boy and boys are supposed to be named...

TELL ME MORE

TELL ME MORE

By Kamakshi Farswan

Sitting next to the car’s window, with her head resting on the door, she was admiring the view outside.

The Indian Streets

The Indian Streets

By Naphilakmen Syiemlieh

Packed with cacophony,
The hustle - bustle of the streets never seems to end

the woman!

the woman!

By Ada

Her energy is beyond her own league,
she has a spirit of bird,
she has the innocence of rabbit

The Attempt

The Attempt

By Abhishek Anand

I couldn’t feel, I couldn’t breathe
It was like I will never heal..

The Flip-Side of Freedom

The Flip-Side of Freedom

By Rishika Kaushik

I’m not a morning person but I woke up early one day,
I used to think the moon holds secrets

The Illusion of Freedom

The Illusion of Freedom

By Karna Pandey

I sought wings and get chained to the sky
for the birds are free is a lie & a lie

Women and freedom

Women and freedom

By Aditi Shukla

I have been a woman
Since when thy use to
Hide us in houses

The Tale of the Black Sheep

The Tale of the Black Sheep

By Additya Kar

I recently heard this from my brother that today's world is nothing but people full of sarcasm and humour.

Balwans of Galwan [ Brave hearts of Galwan ]

Balwans of Galwan [ Brave hearts of Galwan ]

By Dr. Sachidananda Panda

Was one such act of valor, out of many
We paid for freedom, as a nation sovereign

Khuli Tijoris: Jab We Met and a History of Gendered Violence

Khuli Tijoris: Jab We Met and a History of Gendered Violence

By Kartikey Tripathi

Films, when reading against the grain as cinematic texts, can reveal vehicles of a particular ideological dispensation.

Love and Pain

Love and Pain

By NEHA BAXLA

“Grandnan wake up, we have so many preparations to do, you can’t be sleeping like an old lady”

AM I FREE

AM I FREE

By Preeti Rungta

As I look at that bird
Flying higher in the sky

The wet bustling street

The wet bustling street

By Pratibha Dubey

The smooth and grey shiny street
Falling on the wet road is the sparkling light

The Indian Streets

The Indian Streets

By Pragati Sharma

A cramped, crowded place,

Where the poor transit on footpath's base