Wingword Poetry Competition 2025

By Subhayu Mukherjee

I am the chair of the villa on Skylark Mountain,
Staring at the sprinkling fountain,
And the dog on the

Anuja Guha Bhayani

It is loud,
 sometimes unbearable.

By Manya Sharma

This mirror and my soul, 
Two feet apart.
Wanting to see this mirror break,
Wanting to witness the asymmetrical art.

By Shalini Sharma

है शक्ति की संतान तू, कमजोरियों से लड़ के देख,
जीतेगा हर हाल में ये निश्चय मन में कर के देख !

By Amrita Gangadharan

Wedding got over, photography
Not done yet. Dedicated young geniuses with mirrors and lens made me look like a princess.

By Amrendra Kumar Singh

Cosmic Forces
Let me remain lost
In a way
Where there is no destination

By Anshika Dhaka 

Free tickets to show of my failure. Sit at the front. Put me on a pedestal. Judge my world

By Rakshaan Fatima

I had a favourite cup
that I loved to drink tea from.
It was off-white and plain on the outside,

Shalmali Karmarkar

I chase the wind with barefoot grace,
 Through hidden paths, the stars erase.
 I speak in sparks, I dream in flame—
 The world may shift, but I remain.

By Vidhi Ghodawat 

cage the elephant in the room, throw a blood red drape over it, close your eyes shut, zip your lips, there is nothing to see, to talk about

Nidhi MIshra

There’s a kind of friendship that isn’t usually allowed big gestures.
 
 Like showing up at midnight when you need it,

By Subhasree Das

Your eyes were gleaming with conceit
Under the fading fairy lights 
That you decorated with careful manipulation 

Mayur Kewat

Out of mind you would find the sun that shines 
 it makes you look divine.
 To touch the rays and make them fray, 
 to take a day and let's just lay, 

Sheetal Martine Joseph

You see, one day
 I woke up and realised 
 I could 
 no longer
 Sing. 

By Lavisha Bansal 

साथी हो ऐसा जो साथ निभा जाए, पल दो पल बैठ कर रहा बता जाए, कुछ मन में हो सवाल तो जवाब बता जाए

By Naisha Damani 

Wildfire feeds on whispers left unsaid,
lies hiding in the shadow of the mind.
Ignites the flame with fear and growing dread

By Aaryaman Sharma

Thought this was fate
I still have a spark of hope left
That you will come
Come back to me once more

By Cheryl Charles 

In a lush green forest,
The mighty Oak stood proud,
centuries carved in its grain,
roots deep in the mouth of the earth,

By Mohnish Tejani

While a class in the middle fought
over cattle and pork.
The upper class watched,
Fiddling with their silver spoon and fork.

By Pratima Sharma

एक अरसे बाद , 
आज अचानक मन किया कि कोई पूछे
"क्या बनना चाहते हो ?"
"क्या करना चाहते हो ?" नहीं ,

By Dr-Divya Malhotra

शिषृक है लड़की

क्या  लड़की का जन्म लेना गम है या खुशी,
क्या लड़की का अर्थ है, सिर्फ अपने पारिवारिक जीवन को सम्भालना

By Swabha Takshak

I look at you, and I see someone I can rely on
Someone who gave me strength, someone whom no

By Shruti Sinha

In the city of Alaka, where moonshine dances
With lush gardens and pristine rivers, the landscape enhances 

By Lunminthang Khaute

Is it just me or does the world seem more hospitable when it rains dead corpses?

By Gopikrishnan Gopalakrishnan

ആണ്ടോടാണ്ടു മുറ്റത്തു തിറയാടാൻ വരുന്നവർ
വിതുമ്പും ചിലമ്പോടെ പടിക്കൽതന്നെ നിന്നു

By Priyadharshini Mani

Wandering everywhere without a light, with a name of lazy resting on my head. 
Crying in pain from my bleeding wounds,

By Ammara Muhimtulay

I look at the sky and count the stars

 One, Two, Three and millions

 But when I look down it was always

By Kokila B

He was a canvas—a stunning sight,
An expanse of white, so pure and bright.
Not like the moon that graces the night,

By Shruti Raypa

Where, when, how?
Why, what, why now?
Endless questions,
No answers to follow.
Mindless interjections,
In a life that feels hollow.

By Medha Koundinya

Wendy was the youngest of the crows,
The quietest of them all.
Ignored and never noticed,
Always in a corner, meek and small.