Inner Voice


It was a long time ago.
I have almost forgotten my dream.
But it was there then,
In front of me,
Bright like a sun-
My dream.
And then the wall rose,
Rose slowly,
Between me and my dream.
Rose until it touched the sky-
The wall.
I am black.
I lie down in the shadow.
No longer the light of my dream before me,
Above me.
Only the thick wall.
Only the shadow.
My hands!
My dark hands!
Break through the wall!
Find my dream!
Help me to shatter this darkness,
To smash this night,
To break this shadow
Into a thousand lights of sun,
Into a thousand whirling dreams
Of sun!

Gourav Sabharwal,


How peaceful this solitude is,
How lonely!
How safe it is for the broken heart,
hidden securely.
Away from the bonds,
Away from the chains.
Awamy from the demands
that everyone makes.
But how far will this ruse go?
Will the heart ever learn to let go?
When will it refuse to mingle with rest,
and pull that walled heart out of the chest?
Will it ever had the courage
to put itself again to the test?
Is this love for solitude
a disguised insecurity
or is it a choice made sincerely?
The time will pass by and
the old wounds will heal slowly,
The heart will learn to walk again
step by step,
making small progress daily.

Purti Sethi


There is no difference between
the women and nature.
Like nature she has alot to say
and a lot to define.
It’s true that she is unpredictable,
but she is actually different.
Having different fragrancies to
spread around her aura and her glaze.
She changes like season.
She resembles like rainbow.
She talks like those winds.
And, she fascinates like rain
drops on the window.
She is a storybook, and every
page has the different chapters to say.
But when she will be independent
and freedom will come in her way?
This question always strikes the whole world but no one has a single word to say.
This is a reason why the nation is still under development because
women are not safe.
The mentality of people is reason that why she can’t travel alone in her journey
because the people are against.
Nature is free but woman is not.
She is bind with thousands of
chains and myths of decades which make her cry and sometimes totally insane.
Let her fly free is the motive but having the threads of her feather in others hand will make her a life time slave.
Power is women?
This will still remain a question because without having confidence
to livelife freely is a dream that every lady of our nation is begging everyday.

Triveni Sidha