• Akshay Patil | 18-Apr-2018
    From the last bench in the corner,My eyes kept on...looking at her 👀 Every time she turned around,My heart beat increased its sound ! The sound synced our way to love,Keeping the fragrance as fresh as clove ! Years passed by, one thing led to another,Her heart soured, when she couldn't become a mother ! Solved the puzzle, by adopting a kid,which was merrier;Loosing them both accidentally, was series of sorrow in fourier !
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  • Diyaa | 14-Apr-2018
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    since we are celebrating national siblings day here.. it bought me back to a piece i had written about my little brother....    Straight from my heart I write you a little poetry In simple and thoughtful words Carefully compiled for you my baby!   I can never forget those days When you took up all the beatings, And my share too, Not too late you took your revenge This time you left a permanent scar And made my pinky nose blue!   There were times you embarrassed me By getting naughty in your class I would be called by your teachers often For being your older sister And without me knowing they would never let it pass   The saddest moments in my life Were also given by you, When you ran on the street after a ball And got hit by car For the first time I realized what it would be like to lose you   The phase when you grew older and mature You gave me the best advices Even so far as to choosing my life partner Because you wanted to see me in safer hands for
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  • The Real Win!!
    Digvita Shah | 07-Apr-2018
    It's not about being a stealer or robber, but about earning someone!! It's not about being a beggar, but about affording and being worthy of someone!! It's not about being a refugee to feelings, but about standing by it!! It's not about being comparative, but about being a valuable contender!! It's not about being an option, but about being someone's final choice!!
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  • The Blue Car!
    CarrieBradshaw | 04-Apr-2018
    It was a beautiful Saturday, When I first met this pretty boy, I was the morning cliché, He was agog and full of joy.   I kept fazing from afar, My cheeks turning blush, Soon he left in his blue car, I stood there, feeling the happy gush.   I was amazed at my emotions, A stranger just made my day? My insides in total commotion, How did I go from Duh! to YAY?   We rendezvoused more frequent, And each time, I’d be happier than before, Our relationship came to cement, But me; Insatiable evermore.   I quickly run up to my window, Each time I hear a car pass by, It ain’t him, I hope it were though, And I stand there, gazing into the sky.   My heart skips a beat, A blue car each time I see, I can’t help but peep at the seat, Hoping to see my bundle of glee.   He is my happiness ka pitara, My 4 year old amigo, Meri aankho ka taara, Who can instantly make me glow.
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  • Bhumika Chavda | 23-Mar-2018
    Let's talk of friendship again; Let's talk of that trust again, Let's talk of what was left unsaid, Of what we wished we should have said, Of everything that remained incomplete like an open wound in this polluted air; Let's talk of that elixir that would heal what was left unattended, Of the abruption that came. May be someday you'll gather the courage to see what went wrong, Of that ego which came along. But till then, There would be no point of talking of that friendship again, Of talking of that trust again. So let's leave it at this, Where everything is open, everything unattended, Because we will never be friends again,  And I'll never trust again.     
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  • Mitali Bapat | 14-Mar-2018
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    In moments of quiet solitudeshe pondered, oft aloud,reminiscing about a brighter time,the dazzling lights, an awestruck crowd About those several years and morethat she had given her soul and heart,surrendering all she ever hadto her life's pursuit, her art How vibrant her youth had been,before a shadow age had castand the dancer that she once washad become a memory of the past Now her tranquil eyes concealedremembrance of the bygone yearsletting go of the mask only whenthey welled with those tell-tale tears The once strong and elegant framewas now feeble and fragilebut the wrinkled countenance could not hidethe radiance of an eternal smile Then one day, she heard yet againthe cadence of that familiar beatthe sound that had at one time beenthe language of her adept feet Slowly she rose in submissionknowing this was her only chanceand performed for the very last timewhat became her final dance.
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  • Her
    Her
    Rucha Bindu | 08-Mar-2018
    She loved fashion, but in her own fashion. She didn't believe in tight pants But in baggy night pants. She didn't admire light and glamour, But quick wit and humour. Because all the things that touched her heart Had nothing to do with looks. She loved the fragrance of wild flowers And that of old books.
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  • Panchi poems
    Govind Hersal | 07-Mar-2018
    Kyun tum itna yaad aate ho  Kyun aankhe nam kar jaate ho  Kyun alfaaz roj naye de jaate ho  Kyun sawaal baaki chod jaate ho 
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  • Govind Hersal | 07-Mar-2018
    मेरे हानियां तुम बस मेरी  कहानियों में सिमट गए हो ।
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  • The Chance
    Rucha Bindu | 07-Feb-2018
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    There she was, dressed immaculately, unvaryingly seated in the first row With trembling, old fingers holding her favourite pen touching a blank page of her illegible manuscript. A man with the badge gave her a familiar glance but little did she know; Because only when the bibliophile’s ears caught the words of the maiden poetry, her eyes she would lift.   In turn with the other they recited poems, verses and tales; Of joy and of pain, Of mislay and of gain. They divulged dreams, ambitions, love and magic By rhyming words, which they thought was the only logic. While the boys spoke of love and loss, The girls spoke about why the society needs a female boss. She smiled and she sobbed, as demanded by the words on the stage; Her eyes shone with admiration for the courage shown by their young age.   “Any more verses?”, asked the young man with the badge. His eyes beholding the reticent, and this time she did know; Her hands now shivered with agitation as she headed for
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  • Kiran Sharda | 01-Feb-2018
    They say run, it's a race I dont even know where am I standing.. They say they have been betrayed I dont even know what trust seems like... They say they lost a promotion I dont even know what my position is... They say they dream to live their dream I dont even know what imagination is... They say they recovered from depression I dont even know what tension feels like... They say they will win some day I dont even know what competition I am into.. I cant say I have faced a lot.. I cant say I have accomplished a lot.. All i can say is.. I AM LOST ALOT!
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  • Digvita Shah | 28-Jan-2018
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    Crossing the timeline of my life.. I saw my dad's perspiration.. My mom's inundated determination.. My strong self motivation..   Though near and dear ones posed interogatory questions.. We considered those only as notions.. To keep ourselves always in motion..   Until, I kept wondering.. What kept me bothering? Unsuccessful attempts.. Or unheard requests.. The entire process.. Or lack of progress..   Am I complaining? No! I have ended up comparing.. Is it lack of daring? Or is it scaring? No! Just wish to know.. What each one is aspiring for.. While looking out for pairing..   Are rejections on my mind? No. But, unestablished connections surely are.. Am I being pessimistic? No. Just a little realistic..   This is all a test of time.. But, never treat it as pastime.. Yes, it's a decision lasting for a lifetime.. Which surely needs everyone's dedication full-time..   Is it just an interpretation? Why am I carving such an impression? No! It's a c
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  • A Slut For Life....
    Himanshu Manna | 24-Jan-2018
    She is a mother,She is a daughter;She is a wife,But what the world sees is that she is a slut for life.... She satisfies, not for herself,She smiles, not by her will;She applies make-up, not for herself,But what he world sees is that she is a slut for life...... She dies everyday,She cries every time,She prays every moment,But what the world sees is that she is a slut for life..... She gets raped, thenShe gets blamed, For the thing she didn't want to do!But, what the world sees is that she is a slut for life......
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  • The Brook !
    Tanvee | 21-Jan-2018
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    A stream of water rustling down the hills in urge to meet the gleaming river,  although on the sharp and thirsty edges, it has always been a giver.  Often stumbbling in the path upon the hard rocks, it never gave up,  maybe because at every curve there were some clumps.  Chattering in the sunny vale,  it gushes down the edge leaving the holographic image in the mountain trail.  Murmuring in the moors under the dark sky, trembling with the cold and making the noise pitched sharp high.  It slips, It slides, It struggles, It fights !!! & atlast it joins the river with all its might !  All the turns, the curves, the sharp narrow ridges may come and go,  but whatever happens it never stops to flow.  And this virtue of the brook makes it look distinct ! .   For all the strugglers and survivours, U r the brook !          ​
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  • Burning Desire
    Tanvee | 21-Jan-2018
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    When desires become your worst nightmare, no matter how strong you are you have no hold on your beliefs,  & soon enough there will be no door filled with serenity and relief. Running behind your passion is a world's quest, some get stuck in this whirlpool and some gets at its best.  My edges are burning to light my dreams, but they are all in a blue funk it seems. Following my dreams thinking they know their way best, stumbling into the drakness with my dreams I progressed. The choices that I made, the people whom i chose, the decisions which i took thinking they were for some reason, but with the phase of time I got to know it was just an october season. My dreams are all set onto the fire, and to reach them will always be my burning desire !  
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  • Aishwarya | 27-Dec-2017
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