धुंधला गंतव्य

-नयन सेठिया, अंतिम वर्ष(ईसीई), एस.जी.एस.आई.टी.एस इंदौर थोड़ा भीगा सा है, थोड़ा धवल सा है, धुंध से अलंकृत यह संसार, जहाँ मैं भी बावरा बन, मनमौजी सा, कोहरे से सने उस गंतव्य की ओर, बस यों बढ़ता ही चला गया। अनजान था रास्ता,अजनबी सा अरमान था, थोड़ा हिचका, थोड़ा झिझका, बढ़ा, फिर रुका, रुककर फिर बढ़ा, …

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Her Midnight Sky

-by Gauri Shankar Prasad Soaring up high, in the midnight sky, calm and composed, she went on to fly with rage on her forehead and determination in her eyes. Happiness, love, compassion, her smile; she had left them all behind. Pain, sufferings, tears in her eyes; these, she had to leave to fly. In her …

Life

-by Ishan Gadgil LIFE There are two sides of a coin And life is just like a coin You toss around, you play with it And sure doesn't it repay you with The things which your deeds do certainly speak, But hey! never be too bold nor too meek Because it's a balance one must …

Responsibility

-  Gauri Shankar Prasad   Am I responsible for what has happened? It just happened. I couldn’t control. If I couldn’t control maybe, it wasn’t my fault. I was in no position to take over. But I was supposed to. Does that make me responsible? If I am responsible, so are you, And so is …

The Brave Hearted

-  Ashutosh Upadhye   The droplets invading privacy, the drops invading silence; The peacocks invading sight, the frogs showing might; All was in vain! None was successful! She, with nullity in her eyes, kept staring at a point. The mind was thoughtful though! After all, this was her favorite season. Yes, it WAS! She lost …

क्या मैं भी कभी…..?

-  क्षितिज़ प्रकाश   बैठा बैठा मैं रहा, सहमा सहमा मैं रहा, न साहस थी, न हिम्मत थी, किससे कहूं, किसको कहूँ ? वह बात मेरे मन में कांटो की तरह चुभ रही थी - "क्या मैं भी कभी .....?" यह सोंचता-सोंचता मैं  सिसकता, यह सोंचता-सोंचता मैं दिल दुखाता .   वहीं पास, एक पंछी …

Dear Death

-  Akshansh Gupta Through the lands so damp, through the oceans i swam. The valleys got deeper, The hills turned steeper. I ran ,I fell ,I toppled but kept walking. Let my scars do the talking. My struggles ,My triumphs My every breath; you need to wait dear death. With every passing day, your tricks …