Siddhi Joshi a cenotaph of revolution and renaissance,dipped into an ablaze camphor -s t i m u l a t i n gthe frivolous affairs ofserendipity, with ther e c c u r i n gfloods of yamuna. the whiffs of bustling bazars,against rusty frames cling onto thins wallsof dainty streets,holding letters of time andContinueContinue reading “The Bride of Freedom”
Monthly Archives: August 2021
Fly Away!
Gati Kochar Whenever you look around yourselves, you’re surrounded by an invisible cage. Those metallic bars you’re unable to escape, as anxiety and fear ruin your life’s beautiful page. Love is what holds you back sometimes, and pain tightly binds you in its chains. Loneliness surrounds you all the time, the suffocation of self-hatred isContinueContinue reading “Fly Away!”
आज़ादी
| करुणा शर्मा | संपादक | आज़ादी…!यह कौन सी आज़ादी की पहेलियां बूझ रहे है हम,कभी भ्रष्टाचार तो कभी बलात्कार जैसे किस्सों में आज भी जूंझ रहे हैं हम।आज़ादी को तो मानो हमने विरासत समझ लिया,जिसका जैसा मन आया उसने वैसे हड़प लिया।ये किस आज़ादी का हम जश्न मनाते है,जब जवानों की शहादत पर बसContinueContinue reading “आज़ादी”
Learning to Love the Right Way
Saraswathy N. Love is blind, huh? How foolish to say that! I was feeling puzzled with this statement and tried Googling it; “W-h-a-t- d-o-e-s- l-o-v-e- i-s- b-l-i-n-d m-e-a-n?” After all, Shakespeare has mentioned it, so it should have some meaningful interpretation, I thought. Yes, it did mean something- “When you are in love, you don’tContinueContinue reading “Learning to Love the Right Way”
आजादी के सपने
| तनू कुमारी | आजादी के सपने, ना जाने कितनों ने सीँचे थे खून से अपने.परतंत्र की बेड़ियो से मुक्ति की लड़ाई थी,भारत के भाग्य ने ली अजब अंगड़ाई थी, एक पल लगा था मानो, हर कोई आजाद है कोयल की कूक में, पपीहे की हूक में,आजादी की झंकार सुनी माना पूरे हुए कुछ केContinueContinue reading “आजादी के सपने”
The Shackles of Safety
Anusha Gupta The wave rises again, To whisper into my ear – Its old concoction of freedom and independence. The old guard jumps and rushes towards me, As soon as my fingers intertwine with the water’s Setting into sequence, Some untimely events. The sea is calling me, But Guard Mr. Old Is stuck in aContinueContinue reading “The Shackles of Safety”