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Your thoughts and Poems devoted to World Poetry Day!!

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The dark can be nice sometimes
A place where you have to talk to no one
A place to wallow by yourself
And be judged by no one
A place to turn your emotions to the maximum
And be pitied by no one
A place to be as eccentric as you can
And be joined by no one
But just sometimes we hope
That the no one turns out to be someone

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I was part of a huge family
Like a beautiful white valley
When the day had arrived
To leave my family behind
I joined my owner's life
Which gave me a different site
I was carried around here
Passed over to others there
Before i was used for the best
Now i am kept among the trash
Hopefully my next fate leads to the best....

-Adalin

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CrW ETC A poem( the paper) by Adalin Colaco

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Ever let go of a ceramic plate and watch it in slow motion as it shatters into a billion pieces?
That's exactly what every single one of us are doing right now.
And I say "us" cause I'm beginning to fall for this nonsense too.
We are watching this disease unravel and take over everything before us,
Like it's a spectacle.
Blatantly ignoring what has been prescribed to us,
ironic how we choose work over life.
things are gonna get messy and we've got nobody but ourselves to blame :)
Happy Poetry Day!

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That moment when your feet refused a step,
And your eyes failed to notice the unraveling beauty of the journey ahead.
A step to the unknown could melt the world to magic,
But you didn't budge flinching from the vicious haunts that lay.
Fear obscuring your view,
Your lips moving in voiceless contortions.
Your actions oblivious to the befolded tomorrow,
Nothing left but tears of sorrow.
Your heart bleeds in the anguish of the obtrusive wounds,
You rummage around to realize opportunity kmocks just once.
Alas! You cannot touch the water once flown,
Or extinguish the flames of your kindle.
The wheel of time so adamant and restless,
Your tears nor your pleas can drift it to the moments forelone.
The pain of your weeping heart wearily subside,
But the scar stays, and resonates the sting a hundred times over.
The scar of Regret...

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Before the Earth shakes,
I’ll occupy myself in the ground away from the snakes,
And when your star shoots from the sky,
I’ll surrender all the truth about my lies.

Countless flowers bloom in the spring,
Then die away when fall begins.
What a strange world we live in.

Collect all your emotions before you forget how to feel,
Demolish the idea of making deals.
Borrowed hearts get passed around like notes,
I swear mine will be locked away, never broke.

We all walk a crooked line,
Our life flashing before our very eyes,
Broken and torn our faults are great,
Buried beneath where the Earth shakes.

-Vanna Calista Da’Costa

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Into the flames rising out of a setting sun,
I draw in a deep breath before I run...
Into the chills flowing through a dingy lawn,
I draw in a deep breath before I run...

Into the light falling out of a tiny star,
I draw in a deep breath before I run...
Into the dark hailing out of the huge night,
I draw in a deep breath before I run...

-Adalin Colaco

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Let's Go Somewhere
Where The Sun Meets The Sea
Where The Winds Run Free
And The Leaves Dance In The Rain
Where The Storms Rage In The Night

Let's Go Somewhere
Where The Waves Don't End,
Where The Sand Entwines Us
Like Sickness And Medicine

Let's Go Somewhere
Where The Moon Kisses The Night Sky
Where Orion Watches Over Us
Like Our Parents Did

Let's Go Somewhere
Where We Can Be Ourselves
Where One Can Be Anything
Where Society Is A Family
And Not A Bloodthirsty Butcher

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He was broken and bleeding
He knew the damage was done
He looked up at the thousand smiling faces
Determined that he'd fall for none...

For the eyes he'd trusted turned out to be glass
All left him which he called 'mine'
His tiny vulnerable self crumpled in a corner
Screaming and howling in pain, he finally grew a spine...

He stumbled, he fell face first
But then bared his scars and stood up tall
Effing with pride, his tears didn't shy away
He'd won the battle single-handedly after all...

He still looked the same
But his eyes said different.

He drew in a breath, aimed upfront and ran
Knowing his demons, fighting them over,
The boy in him was now a man.

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This is a poem;

A poem

For all those seemingly

Inconsequential people.

This is to that stranger,

Who saved me,

From falling three floors down,

Just by holding on to me.

This is to that stranger,

I saw on the way,

With Parle-G in their hand.

Surrounded by four-pawed angles.

This is to that stranger.

Who smiled at me,

I guess I didn't smile back.

I did regret immediately,

I am sorry for not smiling back.

But you, unknowingly, made my day,

Do you know?

I thought about your smile.

And thought about

Why you smiled at me...

This is to that stranger,

I see on the bus,

With a book in your hand.

You seem to be

From the forgotten generation...

No phones,

No earphones,

No tabs,

I smiled after I saw you.

I saw a little bit of myself in you.

You brought a smile to my face,

On that dreary morning.

This is so, you stranger,

The one I saw sitting alone,

While the whole world around you,

Was planning

About where to go next,

What movie to watch next,

Whose party to attend next,

And there you were,

Sitting on that table,

Oblivious

To all around you.

I know you could hear,

And I also know that you didn't listen.

Just seeing you,

Sitting there,

Enjoying your solitude

And your own company,

And a wide grin made its way

Across my tired little face.

This is to you stranger,

Whose feedback on my posts

Make my day,

Every time.

I cherish those words for a lifetime,

And I felt you should know that.

This is to you, stranger,

You who told me tales,

Tales of my ajji,

And how she was loved by all,

And how she loved everyone back.

Her generosity,

Her kindness,

You name it and that.

And those stories, stranger,

Make my day even today.

Although, ajji is no more,

Her legacy lives away...

And lastly,

This is to all of you,

All of you

Who feel insignificant

In this wide, wide, world;

But let me tell you,

Be what you are,

And you might just end up

Making someone's day

Just like they made mine...!

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Pricks and pokes
On my heart,
It's hitting me hard, like a dart.
You've got me under your direct,
You're pulling on my strings,
You're the master, I the subject.
Everything, too much altogether,
Fragile as I am, light as a feather.
Lamenting, plainting in this exile,
I must exit now, it's been awhile.

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There are moments when I completely forget about you.
I forget about those 18 years we spent.
I forget your voice, your laugh.
I forget how you liked your coffee, extra strong and sweet, just like your heart.
I forget how much you loved your family, that you'd literally lay down your entire life to watch them be happy.
I forget how fiercely you loved people, when they gave you multiple reasons not to.
I forget how deeply rooted you are in God.
And then I realise I'm breaking the biggest promise I made to myself,
Not to forget you.
But life can be a rush sometimes, and you can forget to remember,
But that's okay.
You would be okay with it.
Cause you know you're always be there with me,
Every step I take as I return home on lonely roads after a long day,
Everytime I go where I'm not supposed to,
Everytime I cry alone in the shower,
Everytime I go on an adventure,
Everytime I'm out with my friends,
Everytime I'm performing on stage,
Everytime I'm fixing the bloddy geyser you always said you'd get fixed,
I feel your presence,
I feel my hand securely tucked in yours,
And that's how I know,
I know that I'll be okay,
As long as I keep telling myself that it's you holding my hand, every day, every step of the way.

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If a storm comes your way,
Delivering destruction and pain,
Do not fear it but face it,
And start looking for the rainbow,
Which is on the other side of it.

The more storms you live through,
The lesser they scare you,
The better they make you,
To finally be the phoenix
To rise from the ashes.

As time passes by,
The dark clouds will disappear,
The sun will shine brighter,
And a new dawn will appear,
Because storms don’t last forever.
-Ashwini

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These tears, these fears
There's nothing to gain
As I lay here
All I feel is the pain
I love I Pray
I try to care
I smile, I stare
This weeping
This feeling
Putting it to words
Hugs so tightly
To my hearts chords
This void
This tunnel
This desire to slit
Though I don't
Eats me bit by bit

You say you care
You say you understand
You say you'll be there
To hold my hand
I appreciate the concern
I appreciate the gesture
But you will never know
Their crushing Pressure

I will get out
I just need time
To figure out
A world
That is just mine..
-Jesselyn

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Summer sky cloudless clear
I watch it change from my window
Looking up I ponder,
Do stars above cast a shadow?

The magnificent sight
One Galaxy, joined another Looking up I ponder,
Does any star dim the other?

Every night a new position
A warm wind blows East
There's a flimsy cloud
Do shine brighter, for me at least?

There lights from miles away
We cannot measure their worth Looking down they ponder, What's that luminous glow on Earth?
-Jesselyn

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You're floating in my mind, my thoughts, my actions, my everything.
I feel your tingle on my cheeks as I tango in the orange toffee morning sunrises,
I feel your tickle on my nose when I'm creating a masterpiece under the blanket of stars he made for us.
And then I see your sparkling, ocean blue eyes flash right before mine,
and I fall asleep, slowly, smiling as I feel your cool ambience take over me.

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I tried to speak up my mind,
But you supressed me, stifled me,
Made me silent and tame,
You made every effort to put off the flame.
I flickered, but you didn’t care.
Emerging from light,
I battled the darkness,
Illuminated my life
And brought an end to the strife.

You tried to extinguish the little hope left in me,
But I didn’t give up
Fought every storm that came my way.
We can’t move forward from here,
Not anymore,
Freed by truth,
Even though I wanted to stay,
I walked away.
I walked away from the fears,
I walked away from the tears,
I just walked away…
-Ashwini

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The time between dusk and dawn,
The time between night and morn,
I travel beyond places unknown,
The time which could ever be known.
The time between the dark and light,
The time between noon and mid,
I discover beyond time unknown.
The time which could never be known.

-Adalin Colaco

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Tiny tiny feet,
In rhythm with my heart beat.

Suddenly stops now.

I look back to find you,
And you’re not around.
It’s hard to phantom my life without you.

And yet here I stand.

With a heart so empty,
So listless, so grey.

And yet ready to love again.

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I'm writing this to address the moon
You're going to come here very soon
You'll be crying, all night long
To replace the demon skies and sad song(s)

You cried tears of orange light
Praying for the darkest night
Your light shines as the song plays on
A song reminding me that I'm already gone
I'm sorry for the trouble and glaring eyes
I just love your colour, your troubled skies

You're love, the phoenix and the forest fire
Who ever said you were happy, was a liar
I came to you, to possess my soul
Take control but leave me alone

The songs on loop remind me of you
The orange mess and the things I do
I wish for happiness, sadness and passion too
But life on Mars isn't a dream I drew
So the next time I see, I hope you say
That demon skies were a dream away

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She sent me a postcard
From the place she called home
She spoke of things she knew,
Before she left to roam.
She told me of all the love she found,
In the small, mundane things of life.
She told me that she slept in a field of sunflowers and cried at night with a lover in her arms.
She told me how much of comfort she found in the world around her.
She told me she felt free.
And so I wrote back,
Telling her I felt all those things she felt,
Cause she took a piece of my heart the day she left.

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Damn you, virus for killing the air,
If we were in college, our poetry we'd share.
But hell nah, you've got to get your way,
Stay at home and melt, that's what you say.
Pinboards and little poetry squares we'd all decorate,
As Sir would urge everyone to participate.
Jesselyn and Liza would hang the banners everywhere.
Getting the stage set up, with minimum time to spare.
Ray'd play a tune, then Joshua would improvise,
Rachel would swoop right in, a magnificent poem,
And take us all by surprise.
All would come close as Vanna delved into a deep poem about her dogs,
While Nathan recounted tales of people who suck at their jobs.
Half an hour later, Rucha would gloriously make an entrance,
Ranting about the transport system, she'd display her intolerance.
Leander would crack some jokes,
Make a few laugh,
While Delilah would go prancing about,
Trying to get that perfect photograph.
The day would end,
We would all go home,
Cherish the beautiful day, and all the talent that shone.
Beloved Virus, back off a bit,
These kids are gonna take you down with all their wit.

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I wandered alone,
In this chaotic world
Lost in my thoughts,
When I first found you.
Your comfort was
Inescapable,
And your love was
Unconditional.
You were always there
Greeting me at any hour,
Early mornings or
The mid of the nights,
When I couldn’t sleep
With my disturbed mind.
You filled my life
With all the colours,
And taught me to paint life
Giving different strokes in all shades.
You answered
My unanswered questions,
While I travelled with you
Into different worlds.
You listened, you cared,
You calmed me down,
You helped me heal,
And let myself free.
I owe this one to you,
An ode to poetry,
Through poetry
For all that you’ve done for me.

~Sneha Umarye

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Filling big books with simple dreams
I’ve always been intrigued
By the simple things
From Summer to Spring
And everything in between

I love circling around
The giant Oak tree
And look up at the sky
And feel so free

They say,
If you sit still enough
You are invisible,
To pay attention,
To everything
Whimsical.
-Jesselyn

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Somedays are harder than most,
I won't lie,
How do I convince my brain
Tell it more lies
Pretence.
Other days are more care free
Lighter
Reminds me of before
When I didn't worry so much
When everytime I looked to the future,
I didn't see failure and death
I saw Roses, a perfect sunset,
Wine days and a love so bright,
It lit my vision up, like the sun,
Scorching.
Destroying all my insecurities and distrust.
When the day wasn't a blackout
The night not another one of longing
When sleep came easy
And friends were a plenty.
Those days are long gone
Broken fragments of my once perfect imagination,
Destroyed, stepped on,
Scorned like a rose dropped,
Scattered.
And I lie here, a devil of my own making
Pretence is second nature now,
Lying is all I know,
Lies told again and again and again.
Repetitive.
To people I love,
To people who love me,
And myself,
Overtime it is almost simple,
Maybe these lies that I utter so easily,
No second thoughts, no hesitation,
Maybe I'll believe them,
Just like those lies you told me,
Oneday, someday, another day.

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Maybe I'm a romantic at heart,
Wanting to be better,
Waiting for another chance,
Despite the hopelessness.
Looking at the clear skies
I envision another future of lies.
Dreaming bigger dreams,
Of love and trust, a faith founded on distrust.
Maybe I'm a romantic at heart,
Or just another fool with hope for a better start.
A fresh start,
Waiting on a new beginning that'll never come,
Because all those years of self loathing,
Of pain and misery took its toll,
And now I'm left a little broken,
A hint of hope for something never to come.

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They tell me to sit
Not do the jobs that are men's bit
They judge me with their eyes
And convey to me relentlessly that
I am weak.

They advise me
It's wrong to have strong opinions
After all I am just a woman

They declare
That my ideas should stay in the kitchen
And that my efforts would never surpass that of men's

Then, the voice inside me screams
Wanting to silence their talks
Wanting to sense a just treatment
Wanting to move forward courageously,
Telling them that they are wrong.

But then I stay silent
As 'they' are my own people.
'They' are my friends
'They' are my family.

~Mizia Dias

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I don't have a song or a poem

That I can write for you.

But I can sing for you.

Endlessly.

Forever.

Your voice that reaches to me

In the darkness

Comforts me.

Countless times.

I have a lost lullaby

The lullaby that takes me to places

I've never been before.

And I am ready to sing it for you.

The words I'm hearing are faint

The melody taking me to a far off place.

In my despair.

I hear my own heart beat.

In Front of me is the sea

Across the sea are you

In a different space

Seeing a different horizon.

The night that encompasses me

Reminds me of you.

The soundless silence I hear.

Perhaps it's not mine

But your heartbeat.

And then it stops.

The breaths that I was loosing

I made a wish to the moon.

Even if the scenery change

My heart will belong to you.

And then as if upon a command

The moon rises.

It rays it's moonlight.

Clears the darkness.

But even when it clears

I don't see you.

I don't feel you.

All I hear is your voice.

That the rays of moonlight

Sings to me.

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Holding on to myself.
Keeping the hopes yet.
The me right now
Walks taking tiny steps.

For with every step my courage is drawn.
With every step I am pulled down harder.
Yet I have not lost.
My hopes have not died.
My thoughts haven't silenced.
My heart hasn't stopped beating.

And when everything seems still
When my hopes try to shimmer away.
I hold on to myself a little tighter.

I see the sky above me.
The sky whose beauty gives back my hope.
The sky whose beautiful colors
Define how beautiful my life can be.

And so I gather my hopes again.
I try back.
I fight back.
Without letting the world scream in.
I just hear the me within.

Sometimes, it shouts.
At times it wails.
For a moment it gives up.
And I don't let it die.
I hold myself even tighter.

Amidst this world of beauty and darkness.
I continue to look.
It's not that I am brave.
Nor that I am strong.

I have me.
The me who has been struggling.
And I don't want myself to suffer.

I want to show her the beautiful things.
I want to show her the serenity of the world.
The beauty of words and music and art.
I want her not just to live.
I want her to love the life she lives.

And so I hold on to her.
I hold her gently.
I want her to be happy.
I want her to smile more.

So here I go.
Taking these tiny steps.
I'll do this for her.
For her love is what makes me.

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We live out lives all the same,
Put under the impression we have
To look and behave a certain way.
Or else society will make sure,
Things never go our way.

In turn, we conform ourselves to stereotypes,
Whether it benefits or limits us,

And that is our vice.

We put others before us, because we’re told
It’s a true show of strength and love.
We act offbeat around some people,
Because we’re made to believe we’re
Either too much of something, or too little.

In turn, we hush our hearts and put on a brave face,
Whether it benefits or limits us,

And that is our vice.

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The rains took a pause
And so did I.
As the sand slipped
through the hourglass
I Hurried the time past.
Taking tiny steps
through the cold  wet floor.
My jaded body of little repairs
searched for a shore
to embark itself
like giant vessel or a boat.

A pirate of Swiftly winds clasped
My black bun of hair
And the silk like strands sailed in the air.
With almost faded clouds
floating above my head
The sky remained
In shades of blue and grey.

The Soaked leaves shriveled
from the greens echoed
a soft mysterious chirp
And a cold wave of mind hit me
carring a sea of long forgotten memories

But a snail
bearing a shell on its back
Slowed the time.
A ribbon of light
made its way to a white
decaying flower.
While my body climbed
the steps of solitude
A calmness descended
to my once a choatic soul.
The sun was out
and the rains looked far
Finally
on the edge of a step.
I settled down.
With a  better view
of the same old world.

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The gradient dark light

Withheld within the eyes

Without any meaning

Flows out right.

Clouded and vague

The swan that swims in it's river of fears

Drowns with the eyes glaring upon it.

The time that splits apart

Opens wounds, countless.

Unleashes it's color.

Releases its darkness.

And without a faint hesitation

The swan has drowned and died

In it's pit of darkness.

Leaving the marks of it's silent breath.

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चलो चलें
चुनले कोई राह अनजानी
सुकून की साँस लिए
कैद हो जाए इस समा में।

सिर्फ एक लम्हे के लिए
मिले खुद से ही
करे गुफ्तगू खुद से ही
कहदे वो सारी दफ्न बातें
खुद को ही।

हसें, रोये
करें वो सब कुछ
बस एक लम्हे के लिए,
चलो चलें
जिये ज़िंदगी
सिर्फ एक लम्हे के लिए।

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*a poem that I'd written when the JNU violence occurred*

Stepped onto the campus today,

And what I saw there has me shook!

They’ve taken our freedom, those thugs!

Our right to an opinion, they took!

What’s happening around me?

What’s happening to this country?

I’m still reeling from the shock!

They’re putting our heads on a butcher’s block

And the police? They just sit and gawk!

Young students are we,

Fighting for our own rights and those of so many,

But instead of getting justice the way we expected to…

We’re staring down the fucken barrel of a gun and doing the campus edition of jailhouse rock!

They sit on their thrones and in their mansions

And from there, the Constitution and basic human rights, they’ll mock!

Hush! Don’t say a word… No protests…

Or they’ll make you do the jailhouse rock!

Off the backs of the innocents, watch em steal a quick buck,

Students , journalists, man, woman and child being beaten up here… Like what the actual fuck?!

Some old man running the government, he blames the youth for ‘being too woke’

Says we’re just kids with no homework, probably hopped up on coke

Well, at least, we, ‘sir’, know the difference between a promise to better the nation…

And a nation that’s become a joke!

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Two extremes,

Two emotions,

Coexisting in a way,

No one would ever dream.

She, the empathetic dame,

He, the ruthless vagabond.

Like the sky and the land,

They were not meant to be one.

Star crossed they were,

The fates had different plans,

For love and hate

Had to unite in a passionate dance.

Like the moon

That meets the sun in an eclipse,

Their destinies,

Were meant to meet in a kiss.

His hatred bound his love,

Her love freed his hatred.

That is how,

Love and hate co-existed.

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Of Mother Tongues

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Fire

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-Gauravi Khaunte

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I'm writing this to address the moon
You're going to come here very soon
You'll be crying, all night long
And replace the demon skies and sad song(s)

You cried tears of orange light
Praying for the darkest night
Your light shines as the song plays on
A song reminding me that I'm already gone
I'm sorry for the trouble and glaring eyes
I just love your colour, your troubled skies

You're love, the phoenix and the forest fire
Who ever said you were happy, was a liar
I came to you, to possess my soul
Take control but leave me alone

The songs on loop remind me of you
The orange mess and the things I do
I wish for happiness, sadness and passion too
But life on Mars isn't a dream I drew
So the next time I see, I hope you say
That demon skies were a dream away

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You may not see it,
But this is our warning,
Once the humans stopped
The world started flourishing.

The canals of Venice are clearer than ever,
The fish are back, so are the swans and gators.
The dolphins came closer to the coasts of Italy,
And monkeys took to the streets of Thailand
To live freely as all animals should.

Japan has deers walking it’s streets,
And in just a month China’s pollution problem
seems to be gone.
We’ve turned a blind eye to our environment for so long,
That nature decided to pull up its socks.

This virus is proof, that if we really try, we can do something to stop the earth from dying.
And if we decide to live as we were,
Mother Nature can put an end to us, and still prosper.

Let this be our chance to redeem ourselves,
And let it be more than just a pipe dream.

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A tiny seed
Battles against all odds
The harshness of the sun
The erratic wind.
The seed coat bursts open
A sprout appears
It pushes against the rocks.
A centimeter
An inch,
Till it can face the cruelty in all its grandeur.

Days... Years...
It makes no difference to its perseverance.
It climbs, never giving up
Till it is in full flourish
And produces sweet fruit
To give back what it took;
For the green balances the blue seas and fiery heat.
Its bounty is in abundance

The leftover falls to the ground
And becomes one with the soil.
It remains stagnant
Till it is time for action
And the seed sprouts
Like its predecessor...

Resolution.

Endurance.

Rebirth.

This is a true hero.

- Rachel D

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You tell me how I ought to behave in public,
You tell me how I ought to dress up to look like a priest,
How I ought to wear the cross around my neck,
Or pin it on my shirt.

You tell me that I shouldn’t raise my voice,
Against the cheating government,
How I ought not to be a politician,
How I need to pray the breviary all day long,
Pray the rosary as long as the favors are granted.

You question my attempt,
At a truthful life,
When I ask for help, not for me,
But for those in need,
You visualize my luxurious life and mock me.

When you see me smile,
You imagine my overflowing bank balance.
When you see me conversing with people around me,
You imagine my eloquence hypnotizing them
Gaining their wealth as charity.

I wish for once I could do what I do, like Melchizedek not as Melchizedek.
Attempting failing, attempting failing, and never giving up
But
with
Christ
the Mechizedek.

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Dear mask, 
Don’t worry you’re safe, 
I won’t expose you. 
The world knows us as one, 
they won’t question you.
I’m amazed at our muscle synchrony, 
Which hides pain with a tricky, wicked, seemingly cute smile….
The way your lips project, 
and the world thinks that’s I..
Your words sound like mine…bit more crafty, 
like the ones they like,
Camouflage…on point , 
the perfect pitch and tone just right
They think I’m made for loud music…
when cozy jazz is my jam…
The way your vocals project , 
they sure think its I…
I’m so glad to have you by my side, o mask,
What would I do without you?
My messy self would not look collected
 and they would get that I’m not you…
The way your eyes project, you make them believe that its I..
The only upsetting truth about our deal…
Is that, they will never know, 
Neither my voice 
nor the seductress in my head,
Neither my choice of books,
 nor the clothes I want to wear..
I know for sure you will fool them all,
 they will never know me ….
cause its always you afterall..
Stop…. stop laughing …I know you find it funny….
 Funny...that they think, they know me …
While we share a hearty laugh, at how foolish they can be …
Anyways, Ill write to you soon enough …
From the other side…Salome

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Transfixed in history
As the subaltern class...
Amongst the smoking ashes
Slowly dissipating in the dusk
An ember still remains ignited
Amidst the paleness of the moonlight.

'Who is a woman without a man?'
The ice queen roared with laughter:
'Who is a man without a woman?'
For she knew what it took
To make her the queen that she is today.

Petite, delicate, and meek
A stigma.
Haven't you ever heard tales of
The petite yet fierce Katniss?
The delicate yet brave Annabeth?
The meek yet bold little Red Riding Hood?

A firm defiance against all order,
These heroes danced with chaos
And followed anarchy.
A saviour they searched for, on the outside
But found none.
Until they clasped the arms of their brethren
Forming a long entangled chain.
They found their saviour,
In the reflection of the other's eye -
The saviour lay within.

It was a moment of awakening -
A legendary moment
That once set in motion can never be stopped.
For long they had been sidetracked,
Subjugated.
Now they will rise
Not with an outlandish fierceness or mayhem,
But attack
With the qualities of the stigma
That had been attached to them.

- Rachel D.

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Do you feel what I feel?
Will words be ever enough?
The ache in my heart keeps on getting worse
The fear of nothing haunts my existence
When you feel nothing and everything all at once
Do you feel it?
Do you feel what I feel?
I thought a heartbreak will be bad but I was wrong it was worse.
I'm trying to find an escape from reality but drugs dont seem to work.
Death seemed like the answer
But why doesn't it work?
Cried in pain and agony
Now that the tears have dried up
And you can't cry anymore
Do you feel whatever this is?
You dont
Coz you're dead
Just like me
But then I am still in love with you
So, tell me baby
Do you feel what I feel?
Will words be ever enough?

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You define me today my Maa.
My heart leaps with your breadth.
You have churned my senses deeply.
I promise, will always keep you in my
mind...

you lifted me from dungeons of the past,
You caressed my wounds silently.
Today I am not vulnerable anymore,
You shielded me from all storms
fearlessly...

You generate every moment
To see that smile on my face.
You ignore my mistakes,
And takes it to yourself, in this lonely
world...

You make my day special every time.
I think about you in my mind.
The warmth of care and love you shower
upon me,
transports me in your love further

I have committed errors many times
But you have always forgiven me with
patience.
You have wiped my tears while stiffing
yours,
The very reason why I look up to you in
admiration.

This short poem is an expression
Of gratitude for everything you have done
for me.
I enclose it with equal love and promise,
To be a jewel to you and our family.
"I will be there for you forever Maa."

- Apurva Sawant

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It starts slowly
So much that you don't even notice.
You are giddy and excited,
Wrapped in the feeling
Of being in a new place,
Independent, carefree,
On your own.
But there's this feeling
A niggling in the back of your mind,
Of something missing,
Something incomplete.
The next day it hits you.
You open your eyes to unfamiliar surroundings,
You still ignore it.
You sleepily move out of your room
And that's when it all sets in.
There are no sounds of utensils banging against each other,
No smell of delicious breakfast.
Dad is not sitting on the couch watching news,
Mum is not shouting at you to wake your brother up.
The room is warm and cosy
But you don't feel it.
The sudden ringing of the phone,
Snaps you out of your trance.
"Mum calling" it says.
You finally realise
What the niggling at the back of your mind was,
The source of your restlessness
You are not home.

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Dans l'obscurité,
c'est une éticelle qui brille,
Elle allume le ciel.
(In the dark, there is a star that shines bright, she lights up the sky)
-Vishakha Das

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‘Tis the mind at peace

That beholds what surrounds.

Bustling through the crowd,

Everyday, I fail to notice

The Little Things.

Sensitivity, come back to the greatest creation,

Resurrect it again.

‘Tis the soul that loves God

That is grateful for the “trivial”.

Alas! Numbered are they

As callousness devours.

O Lord in Heaven, work in us.

Lest we die before death.

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I stand in the room.
Many are with me
But not I with them.
I lurk in the shadows,
Away from their sight.

The darkness keeps me safe,
It doesn't judge.
It makes them forget
I exist but alas,
I don't want that.

I yearn to be in the light
But I can gather not the courage.
The brightness exposes me,
Making me beautifully vulnerable.
Can someone take me to the other side?

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Les étoiles montreront,
où les eaux coulent,
où les fleurs poussent,
c'est là que je vais vous rencontrer.
(The stars will show, where the waters flow ,
where the flowers grow, that's where I'll meet you)

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When the bird didn't find any food till it was dark,
It would've to spend the night with hunger on it's face,
Struggling in the dark,
cornered place.
Later, when it was way darker and tough,
It knew, that night is going to be tough,
Searching for food, it flew,
and didn't mind the the weather,
And protected itself,
with it's own feather.

It grabbed every chance,
Even though it was in a trance .
Not wanting the dark nights to come back,
It saved bits of food, so that later it didn't lack
Once it decided what it wanted,
It didn't mind even if the place was haunted.

While returning to it's nest during the dark hour,
It wasn't lost while taking any turn,
Crediting the lessons in the past it had to learn.
It looked forward to start anew,
Flapping it's wings louder, higher it flew.

Dear you,
Some days they eat, other days they don't
And still, they fly higher and higher,
And you think you won't?

-Jyoti Pandey

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Once again,
She decided to continue her journey even though she was lost,
Being grateful for the tragic lessons, she had learnt in the past.
She still feared of the storm that had passed by,
Until she saw a lost, broken winged bird, fly high up in the sky.

It searched for it's nest all around,
Being grateful that the rain had wiped off its tears, till the mother was found.
It showed courage instead of fear,
Hoping that the nest was somewhere near,
She was thankful for having learnt a great moral when there was a need,
A lesson learnt on a perfect time, with purpose and not with greed.

Like the bird, she decided,
"I'll keep flying high, thought I don't know what lies ahead of me,
I've realised that everything changes and we still need to move on like the tides of the sea."

~Jyoti Pandey.

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Birds are such evolved species
She came to the window sill
Don't ask me how I knew twas 'she'
She saw a perfect spot in my empty flowerpot
Then came with  her partner to the spot
Near the pot they chatted with glee
I thought --
They were pondering over
The interior decor
With a smile I left my vantage
My life went on filled with the mundane
Twas only a week later I saw
The most perfectly woven bed ever -- of hay!!

Lakshmi Iyer