Wingword Poetry Competition 2025

By Ciny Sivasanker

Different is what makes me happy from many others.
A small flower, an infant’s face, a drop of rain

By Lipoksangla Jamir

Candy melting through my fingers, 
crystallize like blood. 
The stench of it on my flesh it lingers,

By Tanmoyee Bhuyan

Hello, beautiful! 
They say. 
But does beauty really depends on the eyes of the beholder? 

By Kanishka Kataria

Today, I did what a child should,
When gifted something to keep,
However bothered

By Harinie S

A coffee in solitude
in the morning light

By Priya Wal

What if
All the broken hearts
Are just pieces of us that we have freed?

By Praiseline P

An abrupt set of adulthood,
Without any gradual transitions,

By Bushra Khan

Assuming his forbidden baggage, they unleashed their rage and heat.
Keener than dogs, they sniffed with great intensity—
His innocent flesh became their enemy.

By Maliha Azhar

The favourite teddy bear had been thrown away or might be somewhere under the rubble. 

By Shachi Sharma

I have never met you, 
But I have seen you. 
Seen you in my thoughts, dreams, and distant echoes

By Riitesh Sinha

I, Dr Riitesh Sinha,

Who lives his life to create a completely inclusive world !

By Avni Nawani 

My friends ask me to stay and have another slice of pizza,
I feel odd

By Adamya Singh

Your contribution in the society is admired, 
You were the individual who was desired;

By Smita Vyas Kumar

It can't be too hard
to forget or to cage.
Memories are like shards.

By Bhavna C

Not a word to say to me,
Not a thought to share

By Navneet Kulkarni

Autumn is the season of love, 
The nature of love delights.
Seashore takes a calm stroll,  

By Siarti Garg

A year can do a lot to a person,
You get to meet a version of you that is completely broken,

By Zia Marshall

Her ethereal beauty, 
glossy rivers of hair.
Pure jasmine blooms
nestle in dark braids.

By John Wilcy Mandru

When she first cracked open her eyes,
A tough, white shell met her surprise.

By Renee Mohan

With a swollen face,
and red-soaked eyes,
crying for 24 hours straight
'cause you were no longer mine.

By Shifana P

It's strange that you have a friend
who was a stranger ONCE.
 

By Kamakshi Dogra

What are memories meant to be?
Are they the tales that give me glee?

By Meera Venkatesan

The Bard:
Two antonyms meet, separated by space,

By Kashvi Sharma 

I come back home,
check the phone,  
open Instagram, Facebook, and other platforms 

By Roopjeet Kaur

The air was heavy with whispers, of symphony, of loss and pain,
A rough hand, a trembling hold, a fading word with silent bow,

By Labanya Sahoo 

Great humans created by the heavenly Almighty, 
most appropriate, intelligent, yet so faulty. 

By Rumaisa Zunnoor

I don't know how to live, 
But I admire dying. 

By Shlaghya Mishra

There is commotion-
a lot of commotion.

By Srivatsan Varadarajan

I’ll never stop – can’t ever stop,
No finish line, no final hop.

By Sreejita Mitra

Aren’t we all fallen angels?
Banished from the Elysian Fields, 
For better or for worse,