Wingword Poetry Competition 2025

By Shivani Yadav

WARRIOR
Soul is giving up,
The heart is losing it,

By Wasibou Abonmai

You are a work of art, and one of a kind, but like any other same.
Frightened and revolted, when they see you stroll across the street

By Aastha Hingorani

Nothing else helped
Just a splash here
And a splash there
The wet spots

By Preeti Diwanji

स्त्री हो तुम ! पर स्त्री से पहले "व्यक्ति-विशेष" हो तुम... याद रखना होगा !! 
अबला नहीं हो तुम ! मुश्किलों के पहाड़ सरलता से उठाती हो तुम... याद रखना होगा !!

By Namrita Singh Ahluwalia

Seldom the unsaid is heard
Beyond the brinks of perception
The line is blurred.

By Amratasagar Chourasia

Maa sab yaad aata h mujhe..
Maa sab yaad hai mujhe
Woh teri payal ki jhankar

By Rajesh Kumar

Hai himmat toh koshish kar k dekh,
Rok jaye jo tera manzil,

By Nikita Singh

A time comes when my life
Turns into a dim light
Where I see people

By Sruthy S Menon

Recently,
She had been visualising something,
a strange, happening.

By Prity Sha

नारी जैसे अस्तित्व को जिसने भी बिगाड़ा है,
उस इंसान ने हमारे हाथों शायद ही कभी सज़ा पाया है।

By Anushka Khare

A ship wrecked on the shores of the Great Sea.
Waves crashing into the now-dead wooden chunks of it.

By Pravala Anand

No wonder writers are torturous beings.
The pages they fill,

By Anvita Singh

I hope
and pray
for your forgiveness.

By Srishti Pandey

All love songs were for you.
What do I listen to now?

By Anuragi (Mahaveer Singh Tanwar)

गीतों में अपना गाँव लिखूँ, सुबह से लेकर शाम लिखूँ।

By Madhav Khanzode

Everything seems cold here
In this room.
Blurred, lifeless
Devoid of any vibrations.

By Vanya Srivastava

On a dull, rainy Sunday evening,
as I walked leisurely in my garden
With a hot cup of tea and drenched news paper,

By Saakshi Joshi

किसी के सामने नहीं हंसी।

ना ब्लैक एंड वाइट फोटोज़ में,
ना कोडेक मोमेंट्स में,

By Dr. Suneet Madan
नील गगन की छाया में आत्मा की दिव्यता, शक्ति और भक्ति की प्रार्थना – शिवमय जीवन की पुकार

By Madhusudan K

I hear the language of mouthed silence,
the language of love and patriotism,

By Ilma Yameen Khan

I love you a lot,
It feels like a blood clot .
My love for you runs in my veins ,
Gives me pain , eats my remains.

By Mahevash Shaikh

बहुत समय पहले की बात है,
वो कौन-सा वक़्त था, याद नहीं,

By Ananya Shah
Reality seems more dangerous than fantasy. There, we fight demons with swords. Here, we shape them with words

By Srijita Mandal

I stand on the pavement,
As I witness the Hours passing by-

By Maahi Chohan

What if Cupid wasn't blind? What if, to prove her worth as a goddess, they turned her demons into angels?

By Vipra Warekar

Mom’s glued to her smartphone screen,
Lit up like a beauty queen.

By Sheetal Srivastava

A woman of around 80 years sits on a wooden chair,
She is lean, short but full of grace.

By Shashwat Kumar

जो हाईवे पे चल दिया था
गाते लड़खड़ाते,
वो हाथ पकड़ के खींच लाए
चौक के उस किनारे,

By Satjeet Kaur

Moonless night
Starless sky
Silent screams
Terrific dreams
Restless eyes