Wingword Poetry Competition 2025

Dipa Chetry

Salutation to the scuffles, sacrifices and serenity
 You behold my marvelous Maa

By Adithi B G

To thy eternity, that life bows down to,
The problems are thus dessicated;
By the virtue of sacrifice;

By San Basumatary

The path that one follows or chooses to walk upon...
Is a momentary decision or a long thought over process.

By Sonia Mittal

Witnessing that eyes are bleak,
Yelling for a glance
Of loved ones,

By Gopangana Das

A woman would have known the pain,
of shame and guilt, the lust of the leech.
The pain of being

By Nancy Awana

Everyone loves when it rains,
Except a few who cry in silent pains.
The rain reflects the mirror of her

By Jhelum Mukherjee

I invite my pain to tea.
I ask after her day–
She sticks out her pinkie
And takes a sip.

By Indu Prasad

Kerosene coursing through my vein
Cariprazine, I weep in vain
Caress me, slowly, I'm in pain,
Care to see me,

By Neha Rattan

Kaise karu byan mar jeevan ek pita ka, Jise kabhi maene rokar thak kar sote nahi dekha. Tamam mushkilo bhari zindagi me bhi sabko kali jaisa rakh,

By Rhea Divekar 

As the sea gazes at the sky. Waves slowly lapping at its surface, it begins to wonder why 

By Beatrise Venmathi P.Rayer

Behold him—the one for whom my heart resonates,
Echoing and reminiscing the nostalgic memories
When the heart grew fond of

By Laxmi Advani 

Every day we face multiple incidents with lots of magic, some kind, some harsh, some beautiful, some tragic

By Itihaas Gumma

Upon the waters...
Amidst the waves...
Slicing through harrying winds...
Where no one dares...

By Peeyush Marwaha

Written and narrated by storytellers,
Some as newspapers and some as fashion magazine best-sellers,
Some stories give us inspiration,

By Mahima Jain 

kuch boondon mein bheeg gayi main. Roz toh apne ghar ki deewaron ke dayrein mein
Paani chidhak toh leti hun

Maitreyee Nayar

The whistle of the cooker pierced through the morning,
 sharp and final—like news no one wants to hear.

Irtiza Rasool

Sometimes twat; sometimes twee,
  Punish me aye',i am used to these draconian a wee.

Shivi

When I was all but five,
 my mother told me that I had to be a good girl.

Temjenwapang Jamir

I am dressed in a blue suit. While she moves past graveyards, as a spirit.
 Love, did we fall apart somehow? Or was it destiny?

Soma De

সেই যে গোলাপী মেয়েটা হারিয়ে গেল,
  আর ফিরে এলো না।

Neha Aneesh

Her fire roared far and wide,
 gently spilling into my childhood nights–
 doors slamming open,
 windows pierced with light.

By Eisha Kukreja,

12 a.m. in a hospital bed… ‘Yes, I did’—a lie on repeat. A single moment exposing shared pain—lies whispered between shrinkage and survival.

By Roopa Swamy,

Steadfast and serene, the whiteness withstood every gale and storm…
A mind wandered in the realm of belief — belief in the beating heart, in another sunrise

By Sanchita Bajaj

लाशों के ढेर नहीं हैं ये , हर ढहती सांस में हमारी ग़फ़लतें जल रही हैं।

By Ayezindagiquotes, 

जिंदगी कहती है, मैं काश में नहीं,

By Anita Chavan, He didn’t speak, but his love was clear, he held her close, he wiped each tear.

By Snigdha Jha, 

You and I are born to unite, so never should you leave my side.

By Parimala Pavithran

To be with you, to walk with you, It is a craze for me to dance with you.

By Jyotsna Varan
जब मन हार मान लेता, तो जूतों की घिसी एड़ी फुसफुसाती — “रुक मत, तू अभी अधूरी है।

By Talia T
I couldn’t make it to your funeral, buddy,
But I watched you go through the light.