Wingword Poetry Competition 2025

By Ankur Prasad

অন্ধকারে মিশে যাওয়া দুটি ছায়া,
তোমার চোখে লুকিয়ে থাকা বিষাদ-মায়া।
স্পর্শহীন স্পর্শে এক রহস্যের ছোঁয়া,

By Samhita K

I exist, I merely do
No shortcut in this holographic scam called life.
I've cut off ties, but they torment me—my sense of self,

By Amrit Dhandharia

गुज़ार चुके वो
ना जाने कितनी रातें अख़बार पर सोए।
कोई तो दे उन्हें कुछ ऐसा,

By Deepika Sharma

Hausalo ki udaan, ko kam na hone do
Raahon mai kaante, chaahe parvat bhi hone do
Jeetane ka joonoon, jo aaya hai tum mai

By Aysha Nourin C M

Drenched in the shadow
of dense spine. Oh...
Thorny bushes!
Thorny bushes surround me,

By Megha BV

Just one last time, until this madness called life, 
And then will the stars of ours, Align.
I wish I could light up this lonely sky, 
Just to see the spark casting out of your eyes. 

By Rahul Ganguly

For so long, I believed it was you who gave me breath,
In this lost circus of chaos, where shadows danced with death.
It was through your light my spirit took flight,

By divya

हर पल एक नई चाहत
वो मिले तो भी मन अट्रिप्ट
और ना मिले तो भी मन अट्रिप्ट
पता नही क्या चाहती है ये जिंदगी हमसे, या फिर हम इससे

By Divyashree Sundaram

It's August now — why did July feel so long?
The strings out of tune, signifying the end of a song;

By Amberdeep Kaur

ज़ख़्म कितने लिए हैं उसके शरीर ने,
कितने सपने दबा दिए गए उन उम्मीद भरी आंखों के
क्यों जला दिया गया उसे रिवाज़ के नाम पर,
क्यों मिटा दिया गया असितत्त्व उसकी पहचान का 

By Rupa Chakravarty

জয়টীকা মাথায় পরে,
ফিরলো আজি ঘরের মেয়ে,
মহাকাশে হলো আঁকা,
মানবজাতির জয়ের রেখা।

By Kirthi B.R.

I remember that one fine day
when your voice dripped honey.
I heard no phony,
as deceitful you were,

By Sanyogita Saxena
Only she can hear the loud spaces in between, understanding it with fear—rising up, step by step, to get free

By Batul Pipewala
If I could, I would let my body and mind breathe equally
but I burn desire, and send love unnamed

By Soumi Bhowmick

The rose bed’s been prepared;
I don’t like red anymore.
They are calling me loud and clear;
I don’t like voices anymore.

By Neha Talwar Tandon

गुण या अवगुण — मैं कहूं कैसे?
कैसे उस गुण को अहमियत दूँ
जो अवगुण को छुपाता नहीं,
दर्शाता है।

By Sewantee Surabhi
Hibiscus blooms, wilts with grace, a fleeting blush, yet leaves a trace.
Life fades, but dreams always rise

By John Thomas Tharayil
My heart longs for your luminous spark, give lively intense flash, traverse the dark. Erase my flaws with forgiveness and fire,
Instill your truth, your love, your quiet desire

By Nidhi Mishra
An existence touched by pain and fleeting grace—her spirit scarred, yet brave in a world that barely noticed

By Sukhraj Kaur
My heart holds colors of chaos and calm—each hue a story, until silver chains taught it to shine

By Thejaswini Udayagiri

Yet where I look, the waves rise—
Oh! to rise and to fall,
like hope that gathers all courage to meet
its reflection in the skies.

By Pooja Duwesh

हर महीने का दर्द सहकर भी मुस्कराती है, फिर भी समाज उसे बीमारी कह कर चुप्पी ओढ़ लेता है

By Juhi Priya Rongala

A rhythm of a kind
Words from our mind
Forged in ink unfiltered
Where intentions are heard

By Tara (Jahnavi Vootla)

The sun leaned down and kissed my cheek—
not with heat, but with quiet warmth,
like the way someone who loves you

By Harshit Mishra
तुम्हारी आँखों में सहारा पाया, अब वही हाथ कलम थामे हैं, प्यार अब खो कर इंतज़ार करते हैं

By Sweta Pandey

I used to be the bamboo shoots, rooted and rising — now reduced to splinters, lost to others' use.

By Debabrata Deb

তুমি জীবন সঙ্গিনী।
তুমি চাঁদের আলো নীরব রাতে , তুমি ঊষার আলো

By Divya Jeevan

தென்கிழக்கு சீமையிலே செங்காத்து பூமியிலே...!

ஏழைப்பட்ட ஜாதிக்கொரு ஈரமிருக்கு!

By Rakshita Sah

उसे हिदायत दी गई
तन को ढक कर चलने की
उसके वस्त्र प्रमाण थे

By Srija Mondal

The warm wisp of tea floats,
Near the kitchen stove.