Poem / Poetry


बचपन में देखा था पहली बार l
मानो पुरुष ने किया नारी शृंगार ll
पूछा मैंने मां, से यह कौन खड़े हैं द्वारा?
मां बोली, पूर्व जन्म के पापों से l
बेटा, किन्नर है सारे ll
हर जन्म पे जो बधाई बजाते l
क्यों मां, हम उन्हें नहीं अपनाते ll
जब ईश्वर सदा पूर्ण कहलाए l
तो उसकी रचना अधूरी क्यों मानी जाए ll
सुन समाज कहता में डंके की चोट पर l
हा सत्य, सत्य है मेरा हर एक एक अक्षर ll
अगर पूर्ण है तेरा जगदीश्वर l
तो संपूर्ण है उसकी रचना अर्धनारीश्वर ll
– रित्विक

Posted by Ritwik in By Author, By Genre, By Language, By Title, Hindi, Poem / Poetry, 1 comment

A Poem for Pride

I walk, they whisper.
I run, they talk.
I fall, they laugh.
Yet, with Pride I get Up.

Pride! My Pride! Your Pride!
Our Pride! Their Pride!
Everyone’s Pride! To be
Who we’re and say it Freely.

Freely and with no Fear.
To paint the Rainbow
Across our faces and
Say, “Yes, we’re Queer”.

“Queer, we’re and Lesbian too
Yes, and Gay and Bi- and
Trans- too”, say it freely
Here, and there in the Pride too.

Posted by Mohit Rai in By Author, By Genre, By Language, By Title, English, Poem / Poetry, 1 comment

It Still Rains Here

“It still rains here
Though you left me, long ago.
I still relish the drops,
On my fingers, my hands, my face, my neck
And everything, that was once, yours.
The pain you left me in, still exists.
But why should I grieve?
If that was what you desired to give me.

It still rains here.
The windows remain shut.
The roof leaks. The walls keep wet.
But I don’t smell moist.
Your fragrance still persists.
The smell of your sweat on the collar,
The smell of your hanky…

Do you remember the lane behind Sun City?
As the clouds capped the stars and the moon
And there was a catalyst zephyr,
You walked close to me.
The toxic aroma of cigarette that still lingered on your breath…
It was killing me. But I gave in.

I held you by your collar.

And that stroke of your stubbled cheeks on my neck…
I was young. And my skin was tender.

And so were, my hands that ran down your navel.

It still rains here.
Now, I have my own five O’clock shadow.
I still feel your tongue rolling in my mouth.
I swallow my saliva as I suck my lips.
My hands are now rugged.

How I wish, I could apologize for that collar that I ripped.
The lips were sealed.
They were wet, wrinkled and red. And so were yours.
And I still hold that button that fell apart.

And one fine day…
You decided to walk away. Just like that. Just.
I stood like a fool and see you lose to the crowds.
That’s all I could do then. Stand like a fool…

I feel sorry for my country and my country men.

It still rains here. Just so you know.”

Posted by Prashant Bhilare in By Author, By Genre, By Language, By Title, English, Poem / Poetry, 3 comments

Homosexuality – life and acceptance

The question was on sexual preference.
He hesitated and was much influenced.
For the society it was unacceptable.
He needs to stand and show what he is all capable.

Exploring his orientation.
He preluded a notion.
He was a SAPPHIC.
Was all that made his life epic.

His parents were PRUDE.
And his life was all screwed.
He thought it was vile.
But didn’t knew being gay was all fine.

Coming out was his worst nightmare.
And this thought,he couldnt despair.
One fine day he broke the silence.
And spoke until the thoughts in his mind broke their violence.

He was all happy after then.
Being acceptable is what is required by a man.
Ranibow was his true colour.
This was all he wanted to decipher.

Posted by Saurav Jaiswal in By Author, By Genre, By Language, By Title, English, Poem / Poetry, 2 comments

Journey to imperfections

travel to the world,
where all are blind.
imperfections lies,
travel to the world,
where love defines
with purity not with
the colour of skin.
the place where,
truth rules the world,
light of the soul
guide you the way.
The place,
hands know the
touch of love,
Eye can see
all good it can.
travel the world
your manners define
your status,
where your clothes are
just the sheets to
cover your body.
The place
your heart have feelings
grudges inside.
travel to the world,
of humans
there’s no definition of
right and wrong
no one devide between
cast and religion.
travel to the world
of equality.
travel to the world
imperfections lies in perfection.

Posted by Samay Singh in By Author, By Genre, By Language, By Title, English, Poem / Poetry, 3 comments