Love or Hate: Poem

Love or Hate

By Jessie Sond


Just love the way you lie

Love the way you hurt me

Love the way you said goodbye

Love the way you betrayed me


Love the way you made me believe in you

Love the way you never actually cared

Love the way you lied about loving me too

Love all those lies that you shared


Love the way you treated me like a fool

Love the way you made all those fake promises

Love the way you just used me like a tool

Love the way you included me in your choices


Love the way you used to touch

Love the way I thought I could forget you

Love the way I hate you so much

Hate the way I’ll always love you

Wings of Hope: Poem

Wings of Hope

By Atri Majumder


I am trying I will keep on trying

To mend the ways of my devious world,

I am living I will go on living

Till shadows fall upon the face of the dawn.


Oh! Don’t bottle up the rain,

Let the rivers flood these arid lands,

Don’t fall back into the abyss,

Don’t be history repeating itself,

Let the curiosity get better of us,

Let the mists of happiness set upon this earth.


There is no distinction as to what happens to whom,

There is no justification as to why they happen;

So just let it be so

So just let the ice flow,

Into the oceans we once feared

Into the streets we couldn’t cross.




Voices of Impurity: Poem

Voices of Impurity

By Atri Majumder


We try to feel more than just water from the rain,

We throw away the sun, we lose the light

We complicate the simplest of emotions,

We are polluting the ether, bleeding out the clouds,

We are pushing away the world

To the point of extinction-again and again.


Ignorant, a tired futility creeps on us

Lost pieces of the individual self trying to crowd,

We are always trying to gain control

While the inaudible voices are reaching the stars

Burning out the soul in our self-made purgatory.

Cheap Imagination: Poem

Cheap Imagination

By Atri Majumder


Chase away the gravity from the earth’s soul,

Let the autumn leaves float on the clouds.

The city could have been the lost paradise,

If only we had not imagined about one.

The Touched Untouchable: Poem


By Angad Saluja


The King of the Jungle

A declaration by the Humans

Who didn’t spare themselves too!


Brahims, Ksystriyas, Vaisyas and Shudras

A world divided into colours

Dalits, being the darkest one


The same people told me stories

Hatred, they preached for the Britishers

For their discrimination of the skin


Did we get any better now?

Ignorance spreading from mind to society

Hatred flowing and increasing its pace


One creator and same formation

Work cannot be the base, my owner

To term me an “Untouchable”


Yes, I do filter the surroundings

For you to live healthy

For your children to breathe clean




But you my friend

Took this work as a weakness

And gave me the worst piece of your mind


Step in my shoes once

Stand in front of the mirror

And you’ll see “God resides in all”.