By S. K
Fri, 04, 24

The waves have become clamorous, and upon the bank in the shady lane the yellow leaves flutter and fall....



The Boat

By Rabindranath Tagore

I must launch out my boat.

The languid hours pass by on the

shore—-Alas for me!

The spring has done its flowering and taken leave.

And now with the burden of faded futile flowers I wait and linger.

The waves have become clamorous, and upon the bank in the shady lane the yellow leaves flutter and fall.

What emptiness do you gaze upon!

Do you not feel a thrill passing through the air

with the notes of the far-away song

floating from the other shore?

To wilt

By Amna Ameer

How can I

Put into words

What it feels like

To be an empty vessel

Once full and superfluous with life

Now each noun

Is replaced

By an adjective

For now it seems

As though the life

That was led

Up until now

Was really a dream

Those fictional

Streams of consciousness

Were just as frivolous

As my youth

Where it seemed

As though

My strength

Came from a greater unknown

And now my mere

Breaths are counted and faint

Each time I try

To overcome

I succumb

To scream

I quieten

To fight

I cry

And my tears

Tell the story

Of a girl

Who did not

Want to die


By Rumaissa Chouhan

It is time to bid farewell, time to say goodbye

It is time to look back and embrace every cry

The feelings that you lost, and the lessons that you gained

Light up your path, and wear the chains

But let them know, you have loved them all along

You have tried your best to right your wrong

Time does not wait nor does it cease

Like the leaves it falls, like the sand it slips

Wounds get healed, and scars, vanish

But in the field of consciousness, pain does not perish

Being brave and kind, forgive and forget

Let the flame not become fire, let it not beget regret

For the one last time, catechize those eyes

Will we meet again when the stars would align?

Once the earth was breathing ...

By Anas A Khan

The city is dark, just like my thoughts

Why the sky is coming so close

Or is it the land under my feet moving

Why do I feel so distraught

Running from pillar to post to no avail

Mother Earth is weeping, yes

The leaves flying to wipe her tears

In the end, leaving her so pale

Know that you are the reason

Know that the sun is gone

Know that I am the reason

And yes, it is close to treason

Compiled by SK