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Tales of prince charming

Tales of prince charming

By Shinjini Das

Spring was beautiful now, maples seemed to glow 

Unconditional Love

Unconditional Love

By Muskan Bothra

Your love was unconditional and true,

A friend like you, so rare and few.

Love and Pain

Love and Pain

By Ankita Dutta

Love is a lifestyle,

Yet we are terrified of love.

On days where Love is Attention

On days where Love is Attention

By Kariha Javaid

So now every time 

I see my reflection in a puddle of water 

Portrayal of the Eyes

Portrayal of the Eyes

By Japjyot Kaur Chawla

They try their best, 

As if breaking from a prison

Dear You

Dear You

By Aishwarya Roy

Sitting at cafés and smiling at complete strangers. And them smiling back.

दिल मेरा कश्मीर

दिल मेरा कश्मीर

By Dakshita Bhatia

कश्मीर सा बटता दिल मेरा,

एक पल उन खेतों में लहराता है

Ages of Love

Ages of Love

By Meenakshi Shukla

Love has a bike, a stubble covered around a perfect jawline this time,
मैं प्रेम चाहती हूँ मगर भिन्न

मैं प्रेम चाहती हूँ मगर भिन्न

By Kanchan Jharkhande

इसमे ना कोई मोह होता है
ना ही कोई बन्धन
First Love

First Love

By Asma Khatri

You try to avoid, but then wrap

your arms around me with a soft slap.

A Summer At Home

A Summer At Home

By Robyn Dajq

Under the shade of pomegranate tree
By the fields of the northern wheat
I Bite Into Happiness

I Bite Into Happiness

By Nashrah Tanvir

Heavy like gravity of moon sucked into ocean floor
What if I finally bite into happiness
रंग, खुशियाॅं और शब्द

रंग, खुशियाॅं और शब्द

By Saumya Srivastav

कुछ अलग था

कुछ नया था

पहले प्रेम का एहसास 

Happiness

Happiness

By Ishita Das

Happiness to me is a symphony of
melody, flowers, discovering everyday something new, 
नेकी ख़ुदा की... खुशियाँ

नेकी ख़ुदा की... खुशियाँ

By Lopamudra Pal

मेरे लिए वालिद वालिदायन की खुशियां कीमती,
अलावा उनके ना कोई सच्चे मन से करे जिस्त में बसर।
My Happy Place

My Happy Place

By Varsha Karnani

I see my siblings, peeping through my bag, 
For chocolates and snacks and leftover cookies. 
Make Happy

Make Happy

By Ksanbor Shullai

Immortalized, by eyes capturing the palette,

A veduta brushed into the painter’s soul.

 

ख़ुशियाँ अनेक, रंग एक

ख़ुशियाँ अनेक, रंग एक

By Deepak Ahuja

ख़ुशी के मायने, सिर्फ़ धन-दौलत पर, निर्भर नहीं करते,
देख निरिह पशु के, निर्दोष नैन, अकारण दिल धड़कते।
Painting An Ode To Happiness

Painting An Ode To Happiness

By Debahuti Borah

With a book in one hand
And a Zumzin peach wine bottle
In the other -
What Makes Me Happy?

What Makes Me Happy?

By Princy Sanghvi

It is the little things in life I guess ,
That makes me happy and disappear all my stress.
My Nani's Reminiscing Home

My Nani's Reminiscing Home

By Japjyot Kaur Chawla

Her subtle gold, and

Embellished suit salwar,

Would hug us on the doors,

Eid

Eid

By Ali Ashhar

The horizon radiates melange of ecstasy as we celebrate our transformed aura and all the good we did to prevail over evil;

तुम्हारी उड़ान

तुम्हारी उड़ान

क्यूँ टोकता हूँ तुम्हें

ख़ुद मन की करूँक्यूँ रोकता हूँ तुम्हें

छोटी सी ही बात पर क्यूँ दबाता हूँ तुम्हें 

Being Feminine

Being Feminine

For not paying heed to their exigencies
They said this might be my worst deluge of mistakes
Not being coy enough
Not nodding  to their patriarchal rants

अपनी बेटियों को तुम मत सुनाना

अपनी बेटियों को तुम मत सुनाना

अपनी बेटियों को तुम मत सुनाना 
कहानियाँ संस्कार की
बड़े बुज़ुर्गों की राह पर चलने वाले विचार की
इन्हें मत समझाना समझौते करने के फ़ायदे
बर्दाश्त करने के तरीक़े
The blood on their hands

The blood on their hands

you don't sleep the entire night,

the first time you notice your father talk over your mother at the dining table,

she forces her words down

her throat, a museum of everything deemed less important,

Women dream

Women dream

women dream, they mutter in voices as normal as 
the lashing waves during a flood: but we don't hear them. 
We don't hear them because we are afraid
If I should have a daughter

If I should have a daughter

I would tell her to not step in a cab with unknown people

not travel alone,

not wear ripped jeans

not a poem

not a poem

This is not a poem
and today I promise you I won't use 
the honey laden similes and metaphors
on days we are meant to celebrate us
while everything inside it remains
just as empty as the day before
Chai I Made With Rotten Milk

Chai I Made With Rotten Milk

I live in a world where the scale of justice was 

tipped lower for a female for the higher societal standards 

we were meant to follow