How is it like to lose a devil but not lose love

~Neha Lekhak

you were nothing but the rude voices 
the clashing of swords and staves

you broke me so hard 
i had to vent it out 
played with my heart 
for you to curse me 
with every nook and corner
your will
would ever have to offer to me 


oh love
you should have believed me
when i had said,
"i am your little girl 
and you are
my favorite bonhomie"

i would forever hate to let you go 
i had tried with all my might 
but couldn't leave you alone 


as time savored my broken parts
my character had to take off
her unrelenting costume 
and unyielding face mask
the way you killed and shattered 
each of my nerves apart 


cried 
bloated
rebuked 
until i couldn't consume myself within 


the fierce and lawless that you were 
the fierce and lawless that you turned
(me into)


i created chances
for you to blow me out and leave me 
the only golden moments to go fleeting 


a compassion beyond pain
and only 
if i had an umbrella 
for my difficult moments 


the way you let me stand out in the cold 
darling, i would tell you,
"you are deficient in reading me
and oh so adequately!
you failed me yet again, and miserably so."




माँ मैं हैवान नही था

-हर्ष नारायण श्रीवास्तव

माँ मैं हैवान नही था,
तेरी कोख में पला श्राप नही था,
हाँ समाज केे फ़रेबो से तो मैं अन्जान था,
पर तेरे दिए संस्कारों का तो मुझे ज्ञान था,
खुद से पहले दूसरे का सम्मान करना तूने ही सिखाया था,
लड़कीओ को देवी का दर्जा देना ये तूने ही बताया था,
बहन तेरी राखी कि इज़्ज़त मैंने बखूबी निभाई थी,
किसी दूसरे की राखी पे मैंने आँख न बुरी लगाई थी,
एक बाप केे लिए बेटी की कीमत क्या होती है ये पापा के प्यार ने बताया था,
बस इसी संस्कारों को मैंने अपनी आखरी साँस तक निभाया था,
बस मुझे गलत मत समझना माँ मैं तेरी कोख में पला श्राप नही था,
पापा आपकी इज़्ज़त का दाग नहीं था,
बहना तेरी राखी का अपमान नही था,
मै हैवान नही था||

Who are you?

~Marta Vidiari

Who are you when you sleep? .. ⠀
There are two lives, for you and for me, ⠀
In one you think a lot, ⠀
and in another thoughts play with you. ⠀ ⠀

This is the world where you close your eyes, ⠀
and you open completely different doors with them … ⠀
you just go inside yourself, ⠀
You open another self … ⠀
And while you sleep, you’re happy there, you can afford it! ⠀
When you wake up, you see the reflection of another self … ⠀
Who are you when you’re not sleeping? … ⠀

I’m not a sentiment

~Neha Lekhak

I’m not anger.
I’m not fear.
I’m not cheeriness.
I’m not dismal.
I’m not anxiety.
I’m not empathic pain.
I’m not disgust.
I’m not arousal.
I’m not exhilaration
for the things felt on the spur of the moment.
I’m not “yelling at someone”.
I’m not “woah” ’cause you are just fascinated
by something I said.
I’m things other than feelings.
And emotions like these inside out.
I’m the mind of a child
whose memories are depicted by a glass orb
where my nature just spread.
So tell me, if you’d picturize me
by these aforesaid sentiments
How many colors of sentiments would you remember
by the images I sketch?