Is this even a question When lakhs flood with one ask When millions stand erased from rolls When you betray the spirit of your rulebook When your own peers flag your work When the flag stands tall as you cower When the machines drown under shouts of your fall When the blood of youth dots the streets When you close your ears to the screams outside your office When the people's servant, and his servant friends, and his friends' friends When the filth of humankind defecate on th

At the edge of everything My heart said to me Leap Lustful ambition aspired In my mind freely Terrifyingly Ghastly clouds descended Near my footwear I limped away Backtracking my steps Silence welcomed Night enveloped The lingering thoughts Of that quiet afternoon Where my heart was left with half-memories Where my hands could grasp no paper proofs Where my pockets held no keys nor wallet Solitude was gifted to me Wrapped in material poverty Signed by eternal longing Yearning

I followed a scent into the darkness Its grab on me sounded like fresh rain on patient soil Flesh and bone stuck out from the violent forest floor I dragged through the path the stray fingers of a passed soul Clean and precious eyes fought the jelly skin Morning dew and fresh human blood Gory art followed my scattered presence Two paths I wished to take, twelve paths my feet graced Hungry mouths yearned to feed on my pious lifestyle Trendy footwear drowned tearfully into quic

A limping body’s nails dug into the falling crests of light and tides Its threads, woven, coloured, shed shadows on the tug of war The fact of distance was hid, by layer upon layer Of sweetness among oceans, far from present Dry fading cells fell on many shores, swelling with dream Dwelling in minds, power held in each coast A pleasant hunger satisfied by a morning slurp Its shouts climbed the well walls, holding on every cry and piece The figure rushes, laying claim on waves

The red apple fell right beside my hand. I picked it up, only to realise that fruit was rotten. The smell of decay seeped into the picnic. I ran away, maybe the dog is still sleeping. The referee approval fell ripple beside my handshake. I picked it up, only to realise that fugitive was rotten. The snap of decomposition seeped into the pigment. I ran away, maybe the donkey is still sloop. The refuge architecture fell river beside my happiness. I picked it up, only to realise

What life awaits the poet dreamer, if change grew within, not lacking? How would I have turned out, if elders stuck not to times older? How would I have turned out, if these very hands belonged to a greater flesh? He observes a vacuum within, if the rote of pleasantly-packed pressures appealed? Where would I be, if abodes followed the benign presence of this traveller? Where would I be, if use gave place and remuneration from the ravaged? Sunsets seems so distant, how much lo

Written by Anugrah and Deekshitha The yellow tree in front of darshini was my only source of happiness. It sang with the noise of crowds and the fluttering of young hearts. It spoke in tongues of many, with words all too familiar. To ears which feared the never ending gears of life, a life of unending happiness. Autumn, leaves, martyred, lost shade, busy roads; Cemented paths break away at thoughts of a blooming rose. Shattered souls coming alive at the sight of sturdy branch

feels to me: the bricks tied around spread to break - air feels to me noise spike the innermost drums and b r e a k the strongest snare feels to me: the particles.. share a room... in me, from space to cells feels to me, me, a simple mind calling to writing~ it is the morning fear of a #lost_life and the/ pleading clear of a true* wish my/ leaf has a headache my/ tree, a bleeding streak___ my/ delicate stem - builds on ^ absent amenities my leaf is dying and my mind is h

Months pass as your thoughts drown me low Unclear sights tarnish this fiery flow To be as I, entrapped. Cleaved dreams collapsed. Give me a hand, oh whisper to me a song Your words drip down a fountain desolate Scorching weather eclipsed this downtrodden lake Bar me not anymore, to touch this finish line so no more, no more can i wait Take me, to be with you A chance for me to prove care not anymore, as flares surrounding us glow You dance in my mind to the tunes of heavenly

The grass rotting by, smell his surprise When rain draining shows, his end coming surely As trees grow behind, its leaves bid goodbye Nowhere for his soul, gliding past, his rooted demise Speak now! The sun says too late! No one here complains! Where the ground has surrounded, as he sinks underground Blood petals floating, his chance remains no more Only fiery death calling him home to his own How quick the days from sowing, how good the ground below Before came the flood of

The hands broke away amongst tears. To make someone feel special, this soul lived another’s life. When time came, stood no one to greet him. Open arms of idols motionless. His time remained of solitude, of a time closer in sight. The small towns of sparse housing he visited lower in frequency. Travels meant for two became expensive when a person moves on. Crippling divorce of feelings and age, Dripping confidence of undying rage, Breeding thoughts of letters on page, An atti

It is a cold wind gushing past rays of warm sunshine, Bunch of men driving broken bikes down ragged paths. Trees stare down their hollow souls, Silent hills glare at the valley where No man's network lasts. Hornbills scatter Dandeli landscape. Death glanced at red waters split from source. Drenched, he yelled gastric cries since elbow skin now nowhere exist.

In torrents of flowing might, Where wings of freedom take flight, Dwelt a fish, a creature of water’s deep night. Kari swam from northern banks, No scales to show, thanks To the maker, He of merciful hands. In a lake, great and wide, Where men bathed like a lion pride, Lived a fish, a fish by birth purified. Meenu travelled from southern depths, Silver scales, her pomfret lengths, Shone of no defects. Where a dam did greet, Covering sheets of concrete, Jericho’s walls did

The world of fake squeak lies barren ahead. See! Waiting for the crackling fire, burning down offices and factories in me. Levels monotonous, automobile horns blaring and relentless enemies end //me. -lessly towards silent life-expire of me. Dehumanised souls stroll around. Six feet stomping on me, family. The only one to acquire-enquire. Oh! Why me? A verminous bug , the final boss myself, I find I have stepped out of the gyre as me. A game, from birth to death, n

Where the trees tell, they tell stories. Of people dead silent. Where the roads, they curve through and around hills. Where the children, dream in the present and reside in the past. The assembly lines stand long. School seems to go on forever. Towards the end of the line, His tie improper, his face too tired. Letters on paper excite him. Code on a screen excites him. Notes on an instrument excite him. The rush on a motorcycle which takes you ever so closer to death, The step