Circus of Life

By Simran Ramsay

Each of us has a role to play. Sometimes on a stage, sometimes in a circus. Read about one such circus called life.

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The Show & The Goings-On

By Ekasmayi Naresh

A poem on raging storm and battle: transcending victories and losses, for even in death, the show must go on.

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Alive for the Ardour

By Ekasmayi Naresh

A poem about how ardour finds its way out in one way or the other. Sometimes it can even look like the ink in one’s journal.

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Perusing for a Passion

By Ekasmayi Naresh

This poem gazes at the poet herself as a mosaic: a combination of all the little passion-filled endeavours and affections that make her whole

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What Lies Waiting?

By Ekasmayi Naresh

A vivid image and fantasy-filled landscape are presented by this poem about the mysteries of all that lies behind a door.

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The Door We Don’t See

By Preeti Kathuria

This poem talks about each aspect of the world beyond a door that it shields us from.

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Doors

By Simran Ramsay

Facing a problem is challenging when there are many ways out, other than the right thing to do. This poem shows the outcome of 3 such doors.

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My Rearview Mirror

By Krishna Advani

The following poem is on the deceptively rosy picture that the past often appears as in the metaphorical ‘rearview mirror’, seeming to be far brighter than the colours of the present.
CAUTION: Objects seem brighter than they appear.

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Ending on the Right Note

By Ekasmayi Naresh

During this cheer and optimism, the poet finds herself ignoring the misfortunes of the year that passed, distracting herself with tinsel and baubles.

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Grandma

By Devi Dang

A poem dedicated to a grandmother: the pillar of a monument called family.

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Reel/Real

By Hues_n_Blues

Real vs. Reel takes a new meaning with this poem, based on the version of you known by everybody-and-nobody.

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Love’s Broken Symmetry

By Nisha Joshi

Love left me aghast, with my frozen heart in my hands, which I willingly smashed into so many pieces that I don’t think I’ll ever really get around to putting them all back together.

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