Wingword Poetry Competition 2025

By Argus Waikhom

 I’m 27, but I feel like I’m going to die in three years
 The future might be bright, but it ain’t in my hands yet
 Hold the smile for later

By Srilakshmi Adhyapak 

The plains stretched vast golden,
Sunbaked, into spidery crevices broken.
Heat in swirling dust filled miasma,
Stifling life’s breath, spanning death’s chiasma.

By Soumya Chakraborty 

জন্মতে বাধা না পেয়ে  পৃথিবীর মাটিতে আছড়ে পড়েই কান্নায় ভেঙে পড়ে শিশুরা খুশীতে আশ্বস্ত হয় সকলেই।

By Durbar Chakraborty 

 occasional overlords 
 catch a cold when the sun shifts.
 i wave, i wave 
 through yesterday's tainted clothes;

By Deemanth Kumar

The sun came peeping in at morn,
Soft,fragile cries were born.
Grey clouds drifted through the sills,
White coats walking in and out, giving me chills.

By Philomel Roy

 I woke up in your arms
 As the glaring sunrays hit my eyelids..
 The frown that arrived with it...
 Disturbed my dream of the enchanted house

By Sushmita Tripathi 

I want my story to remain unheard. What’s the point of speaking when words return absurd?
A heart overflowing with unconditional love, A mind harboring no ill thoughts thereof.

By Krupa Kundalia 

When I came into this world, Amazed to see everyone smiling at me, Suddenly I felt secured then I was; when a person with his warm hands held me...He was My Dad, My Hero!

By Neeti Banga 

Is it time for spoken word poetry to make some noise? Or is it time for my unspoken thoughts to get a voice?

By Palak Grover 

Stand, In Front of Me. Stab, so I can see what is hurting more to me? The Weapon or the eyes I see. 

By Leon Samuel 

India , my eternal Mother. Comparison..there is no other, I am the brother of my "Aai"..Her shady daughter,  Mumbai .

By Anuprabha Venugopal 

Humanity with golden dreams amassing wealth the young bride and groom dreaming of a wonderful honeymoon in a foreign land young males in complete admiration of beauty in front of them. 

By Jyotsna Sinha 

Into the bond of Husband and of Wife, Such strangeness creeps, What unknown destinies in this era, Now the human spirit keeps??

By Parul Sharma 

Her favorite colour was once red, Primary colour red, Unmixed unadulterated, Authentic, vibrant, passionate, oozing with life.

By Sindhura Sangepu

Try her Happiness for all that it takes is a Wild bloom
Try not her Peace for it's attained only by tussles in Solitary.

By Srija Ghorai

School is a hand grenade, and the hands, are your only home 
You look forward to seeking 
Shelter while pondering 
About a solid ground.

By Sanasam Bimol Mangang 

Each of us arrived on this lovely Earth, On a fateful day, uniquely ours, We stepped in with our innocent, separate feet- A journey began, empty hands and nameless.

Imran Pathan

A miserable daily wager
 With her near due date,

By Devanshi

I don't need photographs. My memories don't crumble at the edges, or fade to the sepia of time.

By Anurag Kumar Srivastava 

कैसा होता जब, मैं नहीं होता, जो मैं हूँ । मेरे सभी अपने, अपने नहीं होते।मेरे घर का मुंह,  जो पूरब में है, पश्चिम में होता।

By Nidhi Pathania

चलो कहीं दूर चलें हम, एक साथ। कहीं दूर, उन वादियों में, जहाँ खुला हो आसमान... हो सितारों भरी रात। जहाँ हों सिर्फ हम... और प्यार भरी बात।

By Lakshika Kulshrestha 

Can anyone love me for who i am? beneath all these glitters can anyone love me for the dull i have ? can anyone love the scars i have ? 

By Ritika Mishra 

A NIGHT WHEN ALL YOU HAVE IS ME 
A NIGHT WHEN WE ARE ,WHAT WE ARE SUPPOSE TO BE 

By Ayush man 

A joker committed,
 makes u smile 
 but sometimes 
 meets as a friend
 long forgotten
 confuses babels 

By Koushik Ganesan 

 I had a garden I realized late,
 Lodged in the crevices of my heart,
 A deluge of flowers, trees and bugs with a derelict gate;
 A flower for every unsaid thought,

By Roshni Rao 

And when the folds of our life will crease too much, We shall try to smoothen it with roughened palms,

By heena parekh

I choose me
In the path of challenges ... 
He chose me!

By Shivam Kumar 

I saw a person in the same disguise,
looking straight into my eyes.
Strange: it wasn't me this time.

By Tanvi Maloo 

 How long does it take for the wound to become
 A scab?
 Recoiling from even a gentle touch to