By Nikki Jain By Nikki Jain

By Archita Singh CHAPTER 1 Chasing of sunset I strolled along roads where the sun sets, beneath the mountain's soft breath. A tapestry...

By Sangeeta Singh आजादी की प्रथम मंगल शंख-ध्वनि गूँज उठा सन् अठारह सौ सन्तावन में"कोलकत्ता के हुगली में" एक सदी तक जन-मन में, प्रज्वलित...

By Sangeeta Singh माँ-भारती को नमन कर, पत्र में कमल-पुष्प भेज रहा हूं, एक सदी का हो चुका हूं । कवि हृदय को कालचक्र ने राजनीतिज्ञ बनाया,...

By Sangeeta Digvijay Singh माँ-भारती दो सौ सालों तक परतंत्रता की बेड़ियों में, हिंद के नभ में काला बादल छाया, अतीत में अंकित है काली...

By Sangeeta Digvijay Singh स्वतंत्रता सेनानी, अहिंसा वादी लाल को शत-शत नमन,  पंथ-जाति में नहीं देश-भाक्ति में सराबोर, संघर्ष पथ पर चलकर...

By Sangeeta Digvijay Singh हे जननी, कुसुम-कली को धरती के प्रांगण में आने दो, खग-विहग के कलरव ध्वनि सुनकर हर्षाने दो, कोकिला जैसी...

By Sangeeta Digvijay Singh बूढ़ा - बरगद दाढ़ी वाला,  सदियों का मौन व्रत खंडित कर बोल पड़ा- "मां का आंचल मैला होगा घोसलें बिखरेंगे,  यूं...

By Kadalur Harshitha My poetry is so soft Soft like finger tips Soft like flower petals, My poetry is so mild Mild like morning dew Mild...

By Kadalur Harshitha Who will read this ? Neither the nature nor the creature, Who will love this meaningless poetry ? Neither the writer...

By Nripesh చెప్పాలి అని ఉంది నాన్న, నీకు చెప్పాలని ఉంది. నువ్వు విడిచిన నీ పాదరక్షకులు, అరిగిపోవడానికి, తరగని మా అసలైన బరువే కారణం అని...

By Nripesh కలం ఏడుస్తోంది  కష్టాన్ని గొంతు చించుకుని చెప్పిన తీర్చే నాధుడు లేడని.  కలం ఏడుస్తోంది  తన గొంతులో మాటలను నిమిరేస్తున్న...

By Varshitha Chemindla Theirs was an arranged marriage. But she had loved him before-he was her cousin. Not sure if he ever loved her...

By Varshitha Chemindla I missed my Friday morning walk. So, I decided to compensate for it with an evening walk. I left  home wearing my...

By Varshitha Chemindla The bride walks in, wrapped in silk, tresses adorned with perfumed petals, daydreaming of the groom --...

By Varshitha Chemindla Everywhere, it's the roosters One would hear in the morning. But for us , it's the troop of monkeys -- jumping...

By Varshitha Chemindla When I realised -- Japanese lovegrass is just grass. Only about the length Of a schoolchild's ruler. Not tall, not...

By Manasa Reddy Chichili Sitting on top of the mountain An old man besides me He liked the snow Childlike love and admiration  On his...

By Manasa Reddy Chichili Temple steps for  positive signs  Far.from home  Ringing Buddha's bells Mountain temple  So many saints Sitting...

By Manasa Reddy Chichili In the cold night sky moon casts it's foggy shadow a sound of wild fox Drizzling with warm breeze whispers...