Ink
Ink

Speak, sing, write, act
Till your voice can no more
And your face can’t twitch a muscle
And your hand cramps and becomes sore
With blisters and splotches of ink and blood
But don’t stop
Don’t be a passer by
The one who sees but never does
Don’t be inanimate
Give those homeless words
That you see on the side of the street,
Known in the deep crevices of your mind
Don’t let them stay cold, hungry, unloved…
Give the words a place
to call home, paper
Give them ink

Simran

After spending 15 years on this earth I have begun to understand the seasons…
Sometimes I’m like the seasons…constantly changing but usually predictable…
But most of the times I’m like the water… moving, flowing, discovering new paths… brimmed to the top with poetry, life and curiosity… learning the old philosophies of the lands I travel through and capturing them as art.


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The struggle seemed so insignificant now

Poetry by Simran

The struggle seemed so insignificant now, Like tiny dots that become of people, That had once seemed so intimidating, Are now no more than grains, Caught in the whirlwind of...
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Glass rose

Poetry by Simran

you used to use your thorns to protect the glass casing that you were in from breaking but soon your fragile shell was shattered and the shards of glass pierced...
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Be a moon

Poetry by Simran

Be a moon Float in the midst of An endless galaxy Be wild so the wolves will look up at night And howl Be peaceful in your solitude So the...
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Anthology

The End of the Road

Poetry by Knute Skinner

He walks along the possible road, one deliberate step ahead of the next. At the end of the road, it may be, there’ll be sustenance, shelter, a sensation of sympathetic...
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जो रो ना सके वो जवानी क्या

Poetry by Omendra Ratnu

जो रो ना सके वो जवानी क्या ! जो हंस ना सके वो बुढ़ापा क्या ! जो चल ना सके वो हौसला क्या ! जो मिट ही जाए वो फासला...
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Held

Poetry by Arwa Qutbuddin

Held By earth By the realness of existence And all its illusions By warm stars in a fragrant night By shadows of clouds and torn leaves Held By the roots...
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