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Welcome to the community blog of DelSlam. Here you can read truthful writings on things that matter in our lives. Share your thoughts in the comments section.

Forgive The Poets

Forgive The Poets

I would not trade 
My insecurities for your comforts
Your comforts are made 
Of crockery from China
Unhealthy Obsessions

Unhealthy Obsessions

I’m afraid of looking at the lines on my wrists
They’re not battle scars
But lashes for unnamed sins
On Masturbating in an Indian Locality

On Masturbating in an Indian Locality

Bite down on your lip, make sure nobody notices, 
Excuse yourself from the chatty aunty 
Emerging Poets of India

Emerging Poets of India

The first prize winner of Wingword, Ilina Sinha, will now be given 6 months to create her poetry manuscript, which will subsequently be published by Delhi Poetry Slam.
Airplanes

Airplanes

I am an airplane of sorts,
With the ability to coast from one place to another,
Hosting an array of ambitions and emotions,
Roasting them on the fire of hope
Unholy

Unholy

hanging my head in shame
with every drop of blood,
on the maroon bedsheet,
that cannot go in the machine,
hiding the polythene bag
Strapped on Cash

Strapped on Cash

I do the math,
it all adds upto nothing.
Rent, electricity and water.
For what?
The shared toilet has its waiting list
An Interview With Tialila Kikon

An Interview With Tialila Kikon

Life is never free of pain, rejections, failures or loss. Life, as we know it, throws us some unexpected curve balls now and then. 
Reading Eshna's Poems

Reading Eshna's Poems

Though I was not even in the top
fifty entries of the award,
I was hoping to shamelessly gatecrash
Wingword's Prize ceremony event
खुशी  का  वो  लम्हा. ...

खुशी का वो लम्हा. ...

यू  तो  खुशियां ,
             आती - जाती  रहती !
Happiest Day of my life

Happiest Day of my life

On  a February afternoon
I lied on on the terrace 
An Ode To All Mothers

An Ode To All Mothers

By Sitharaam Jayakumar

The dark clouds hovering in the sky,
Burst with a loud and ominous roar

Judas walks to Calvary

Judas walks to Calvary

By Somoshree Palit 

I cut open a pomegranate for lunch,
Two cuts at the top, four at the sides,

A second chance- Karnika singh

A second chance- Karnika singh

By Karnika Singh

In your light, I'm drawn near, a radiant gleam,

Bright, beautiful, like a gentle dream.

As your fingers glide through my hair

Woman

Woman

Rimmi Kaur

I am happy, can I say?
or every word is gonna make me pay.
Am I too weak if I cry?
Somebody, please help me fly.
No,
Quiet be quiet every time.

Atlantis

Atlantis

Mukesh Choudhary

Some things unheard,
Some words unsaid.
A beauty unseen,
And those, who lived,
Living undead.

Homesick Part 2

Homesick Part 2

Aryaman Kakkar

The first time I felt like this, I was in the 7th grade. In a tent in a national park, surrounded by tigers and cricket warnings of the night and what lurked in the bush.

House is not home

House is not home

Vidya Rajagopalan

My house is not my home
it is a cuboidal space to live in
because it does not have the soul that
makes it a sanctuary, a sanctimonious dome.
I can't tell you

I can't tell you

Tushar Shrivastava

I cannot tell you
How to live
All I can tell
I have tried and failed
And that I was
The most alive.

Inside my mind

Inside my mind

Muskan Gupta

Do you ever just wonder if not where you are now, 
where would you have been?
Do you ever just sit to trace back your life?
Embracing the soft silken thread of your journey, from one end to the other?

Lucid Dream

Lucid Dream

Samyukta R

I can hear the shattering of the mirror in my dream. 
The clink, the crack. 
And when he did it,
did he use a baseball bat ?
A movie goodbye

A movie goodbye

Mallika

It’s a movie goodbye but it’s rush hour, 
no empty roads to dawdle on, 
cars behind us continuously honk. 
In a minute though, you’ll be gone. 
Poetry and Me

Poetry and Me

By Srishti Pandey

Poems? Poetry?
Not for me
I don't like them.
As I firmly believed in my non-creative side

Beyond the last sunset

Beyond the last sunset

By Sangeetha S

where feet rest on spoken words
kept for so long
in a treasure chest
of unfinished days;
where all of the reasons are lost
in vanilla haze

What was I made for, asks Barbie

What was I made for, asks Barbie

By Parul Mahajan

At 13, 
Abuse lived so close to your sleeping place you almost thought it was a nightmare
But it was true, Nobody believed you because you were naive, you were still learning to make two braids and not getting better at it.
Eternity

Eternity

By Jyni Verma

We’ve built our love on endless toxicity
Burning the roses but keeping the thorns
Dancing mechanically
On a bed of jagged glass.
We pull and push and struggle.

My ancestral nostalgia

My ancestral nostalgia

By Akshita Sharma

my ancestral nostalgia
patterns down my
dadi's suti cotton saree
on my light wheatish skin,—
the saree she wore.
Youth’s unwavering spirit

Youth’s unwavering spirit

By Ramandeep Kaur

Faith was aloud,

Happiness was wild,

Joys were mesmerising,

Thus everything was shining bright.

A Box

A Box

By Jayanti Kandwal

There’s a box
Hiding in a corner of my room
A little ruff on the edges
But so familiar as I hold it in my hands
Oh! It’s locked
Where’s the key?

In conversation with Varalika Mishra

In conversation with Varalika Mishra

I personally feel boundaries are an essential part of human interaction. When someone is not at ease or comfortable, it should be alright to say a simple NO. Saying no doesn’t make a person bad or wrong. It is more about preserving your energy and prioritising yourself.