Wingword Poetry Competition 2025

By Barnika Hazarika

Burgundy urn with my lover's life;
Thin slits over ashen wrists

By Jasleen Kaur

Days are turning into night,
Nights are passing into days, 

By Gayathri Devi Dutt

Rolled a dual dice twice in succession a try
And that went into the clouds beyond the sky

By Aadya Dua

If my life was a movie, I'd rate it a strong 3 on IMDb
At 13, I waltzed with the idea of adulthood

By Lakshmi Khumanthem

Something about March gets me in my feels,
like a shadow stretching, a pause before a storm

By Shuchi Mahajan

A rustle of fresh morning breeze
gentle in the rose bushes heard

By Nimain Charan Biswal

Winged Words
still wingless
stealthier than those stealthy beating mercilessly

By Kshipra Pal

Against this staircase of
heavily descending grace

By Surabhi Srivastava

न अगला जन्म, न पिछला जन्म,
जो है वो है.... बस ये ही जन्म

By Srinidhi Srinivasan

आसमान में चारों ओर बहुत सी पतंग है। 
मगर उसके किसी हिस्से में कहीं, एक पतंग और मांझे की छिड़ी हुई जंग है..

By Astrid Fernandes

I press the glass to my lips,
and the burn—sharp, holy, blasphemous
rivers down my throat like a prayer .....

By Surinder Joshi

ज़िंदगी बस एक ही है
पल दो पल की छोटी सी है।
इस से पहले कि बीत जाए...

By Pritish Gupta

Days like today, winters like yesterday,
Starry nights like tomorrow, dances amongst many a sorrow....

By Teja Shree V

A silent morning...
When I went near the mirror,
It started to speak in a soothing voice...

By Debashrita Roy 

The last step before a million more start, I look up at the cobalt blue sky that is undimmed

By Rakesh Agarwal

वो आज की नारी है, सशक्त है, हर मैदान में सब पर भारी है ।
चाहे तो खुद चांद तारे तोड़ लाए, हर पर्वत को पीछे छोड़ जाए

By Ningse Thonger

Patriarchy has
an exceptionally distinctive face

By Achint Kumar

let the wind take something from you.
something old, something heavy,

By Anusha Bhyri

Rose in hand, wearing a smile, before me he knelt;
Shivering in chilly winter, rose garden was the best place he felt

By Naman Kedia

जब निकला मैं अंदर के सफ़र पर,
अंधेरों ने स्वागत किया वासना के गुलाबों से।

By Saloni Grover

Let Words Rest
Enough said—ramblings, musings,
Words twisted, warped, and abused....

By Adeela Jawaid

चली जब सर्द हवा तो किसी का लहजा याद आया
भर चले ज़ख़्म, अब एक दर्द पुराना याद आया...

By Archana Tirkey

कोख में तुम्हारी मुझे जीवन मिलता
रक्त से अपने तुम मुझे सींचती...

By Neelanjana Bose

यार अब मैं तो हीर बन गई
पर वो रांझा बनाने से चूक गया।....

By Spriha Roy

The distance of a mouse,
The distance of a house.
The distance of a river....

By Olivia Surti

These words mean nothing;
without a little pain,
like thunder-less lightning....

By Rishita Gupta

My dearest love,
since I'm gone,
Convince your heart....

By Devita Malya

The torn gem
of the sparkling hem

By Abhishek Jalan

शिशुकाल में हुई भिड़ंत जो दुर्लभ एक रचना से।
घोर प्रहार मनोभूमि पर त्वरित हुआ सहसा से॥

By Priyanshi

I wedded myself to you.
How can I explain my fondness to you?