Pen Name Poems
Gulal
Let’s go you and me,
somewhere away from this world.
Where pain is just a concept
and love is in abundance.
Let’s love each other,
a little lesser than we love God,
and more than humans.
The colour of misery is grey,
The colour of pain is blue,
And the colour of healing;
The colour of healing is ‘Gulal’
Love is Gulal.
- Juwaria Mushtaq, PyEC,
Batch of 2023
Aks
I capture your positives,
but I also capture your negatives.
I capture your truths,
but I also capture your lies.
I capture your success,
but I also capture your failure.
I capture your passion,
but I also capture your patience.
You change, I change!
You suffer, I suffer!
You heal, I heal!
You die, but I outlive!
I am your ‘Aks’.
- Navya Juneja, PyEC,
Batch of 2023
Poems on Sand
Sand
in my shoes;
between my toes -
the desert!
- Pragnya Srihari
Grain by grain,
then all at once,
the footprints disappear
with the wind.
- Roshni Haridas
Grains of sand scatter away
to go where the wind takes them;
the sun watches silently.
- Sirisha Manoharan
The sun slowly heats up the sand dunes,
marking the start of
a brand new day.
- Mahita Sanil
The wind blows lightly,
carrying the tanned sand farther away.
It’s hot, but it’s pleasant.
The cacti that I see
Reminds me of security:
We protect ourselves with our thorns.
But we need a lot more to survive.
- Reena Menon
Sand swarms
around us in the desert.
The man, and his camel
Take another step.
- Varsha Ananth Murthy
The soil that's really yellow,
above all others,
is the sand.
Down, down, down
into its darkness -
gently it goes:
the cowardly, the brave,
the fearful, the powerful.
- Aarati Manoj
Six Word Stories
Alexa,
I can’t…make it stop -
- Shreelakshmi B K
98 new followers, 0 new messages.
- Pooja Venkatesh
They started slowly as she cried.
- Prajna Praveen
Weighed out his portion. Didn't eat.
- Varsha Ananth Murthy
Persephone walked in. “You don’t belong.”
- Reena Menon
Shadows and graffiti; where’s the torch?
- Khushboo Gursahani
Does the killer's serenade haunt you?
- Aarati Manoj
You might need me.... I don’t.
- Sasha Sydney Pereira
Old clothes: fingers touching new warmth.
- Rajeshwari Tagore
All group pictures are now cropped.
- Navya Juneja
Google: How does one fake happiness?
- Keerthana J
"She left? Breathe and let go."
- Granthana Mistry
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