Senryu
A poem on a word from your native language, the one that becomes a door to a forgotten home, a childhood smell, a buried grief or a lost revolution
Beckoning my existence Uss rab par vishwas rakh, har manzil me tera saathi ho vo khuda, Kyuki Jado usdi meher hove toh tenu vo bhi miljaye jo tera nahi ho sakda!
By Hridya Sharma11 months ago in Poets
Syllabically Delicious
We use food for celebration, to comfort ourselves, and to give as gifts; it even jogs our memory with the power of aroma. Naturally, writing or reading about food stirs emotion, and makes us hungry. Enjoy these pieces about food, glorious food, and let your tummy rumble for at least a few minutes while you digest the meaning.
By K.B. Silver 11 months ago in Poets
