Hashtag Kalakar

By Abhi Gupta Each time we touched, our bonds grew, Our bodies came closer, as the sparks flew. Two halves of a whole, two bodies, one...

By Hemalata No words can give you comfort When you lose a part of your heart The gnawing feeling everyday Doesn’t seem to ever go away...

By Hemalata They are gentle souls Who care for all They come to shower love From the heavens above With wind beneath their wings They are...

By Hemalata Life greatest blessings Ones greatest treasures The hope to live life The will to carry through strife Laughter and smiles...

By Hemalata Life is beautiful........ Indeed, so beautiful And so meaningful When its purposeful We live with our heart and some To see...

By Hemalata Far and beyond eternity In times entirety Some things last forever.......... Comes across whatever Mom and dad'slove Which no...

By Hemalata The most complex emotion Destiny sets in motion Sets heart on fire.......... Pushing. in a. strange quagmire Butterflies’...

By Hemalata Success comes to those who go for it With an insatiable hunger no matter what The road to success is arduous Strewn with...

By Hemalata The heavens showered from alone Countless blessings of love Warmth enveloped in the mother’s womb Which travels with us to...

By Hemalata All forms come to life As the sun rises everyday A strong wind blows Brings a breath of life The rustling leaves Whispering...

By Hemalata Sometimes the world comes crashing down And your hope dashes to the ground Some storms are too intense for us to even foresee...

By Ahmed Sumaiya S M Beneath My Bed offers a relevant narrative to the ones who love journaling and cherish secret diaries. Structured...

By Ahmed Sumaiya S M Fiascoes is a wonderful piece of art that elegantly portrays how failures eventually lead to success, using a subtle...

By Ahmed Sumaiya S M The poem Cues adopts a quirky style, where nature itself speaks directly to human beings, questioning all that has...

By Ahmed Sumaiya S M Unbosom is a poem that highlights the serenity of self-confessions, delving into how it can bring clarity, healing...

By Ahmed Sumaiya S M The poem ‘Fruitless Helper’ beautifully captures the essence of altruism - helping without expecting any rewards or...

By Ahmed Sumaiya S M The Twenty Plenty captures the life of young adults, encompassing their achievements, anticipations, yearnings and...

By Anveeksha Reddy I drown deep into my tears Consuming myself with all my everlasting fears Pondering and pondering upon my miseries I...

By Anveeksha Reddy I hate the colour red. It always made sure to stick into my memories that it's symbolics were absent in my life. It...

By Anveeksha Reddy You fill my books with your ink, seeping into the pages bright and brilliant  The words etched into the cracks of it,...

By Anveeksha Reddy We have woven a cycle of bonds whose threads threaten to snap from the weight of our unsaid thoughts. It stretches...

By Anveeksha Reddy It embodied of a tenuous artefact, the evidence of my blood sweat and tears captured into an elixir so powerful, it...

By Anveeksha Reddy You tear my skin and pick on my bones    I label it as gluttony for you  Churning and shattering the remains of my...

By Anveeksha Reddy Selfish, that’s what I am, don’t misjudge the adjective, it never seemed to dismay me on accord to the popular belief,...

By Anveeksha Reddy The world had me in vex and vain From hide to highlighting Nothing seemed to take away from the pain  All the stars...

By Anveeksha Reddy Delicacy is exquisite, it seems to define the flying sparks of moments, reminding the halcyon of a life filled with...

By Anveeksha Reddy I hate the colour red It burns the coffins of the dead  Forcing them to accept their fate You are the red, the reason...

By Sanskriti Arora Mother hands the girl a Molotov Cocktail. It is her most cherished, homemade bomb. ‘Take good care of it,’ she says....

By Sanskriti Arora The first person I ever defended was my mother. I have been defending her in arguments against the men of my family...

By Sanskriti Arora They had news. They had found the beast. It roamed around at night, just as they did. Why couldn’t we see it then?...

By Sanskriti Arora Katyayani fixed her kajal in the mirror of a public bathroom. She adjusted the pleats of her red saree. Her blouse...

By Sanskriti Arora They all stared at the wires hung high in the sky. Her body swaying in the wind, like a warning. Her red saree, her...

By Sanskriti Arora Katyayani had never seen a man with aalta on his fingertips before. His feet too were stained red. He even wore gajra...

By Sanskriti Arora Your face is still yellow Mother said as she prepared her face for Bharatanatyam class. The dance teacher wanted to...

By Sanskriti Arora Katyayani’s mother held her still by pressing her hand into her daughter’s shoulder,  her nails dug into her hairy...

By Sanskriti Arora The morning light is blue Stale and heavy above her sleeping form Rain and its wetness seep into her Hair and a sharp...

By Nikhil Singh Didn't realise it was the craving for love and attention, Until very recently, that inspired me to pen my thoughts, And...

By Liya Sunny The days were better, When Mom used to comb my hair, And the scent of coconut oil was my only perfume When Lifeboy was in...

By Trisha Kapoor                                         CHAPTER 1 I can talk to ghosts. They come to me and refuse to leave my side. But...

By Amal Varghese Grey were the skies, so were the men. I sought no peace, not from the den. Around with words as cold as ice, Off to the...

By Liya Sunny She wants to place the spoon in the spoon holder Mom wants to hang the same on the pegboard Spoon looks fine at any of...

By Malvika Gautam “ And here it is!” Dharmendra slowed down near the entrance. Stepping out of the vehicle, he dusted his white uniform...

By Aadhya Goswami And we've been using the same color, to paint love and anger. Dipping brushes into the well of our hearts, splattered...

By Anamika It's October first.  10 O'clock in the morning.  Hello everybody. I know you didn't expect a voice suddenly ringing in your...

By Aayushi Ravani आज कुछ यूँ हुआ.. एक पुरानी किताब खुली, कहने को तोह हम साथ नहीं है, पर यादें आज भी ज़िंदा है… कुछ यादें दिल के इतने करीब...

By Deepshikha Kailash Jiandani Akelapan kabhi rulata toh kabhi hasane lagta hai, jub hamare sath koi naa ho tab akelapan hi hume hamse...

By Marena Saji “Jay”, he heard amidst the market bustling A dignified gentleman in black suit had voiced. Papa and I cherished red...

By V M Amudha Yazhini Dear diary,          It’s been so long since I wrote something here. There are a lot of things I left out. There...