The thundering applause wasn’t in admiration of the anticipated excitement, but more as a warning due to an overextended wait. The stage was set; curtains
Author: Shweta Mathur Lall
Dr Shweta is a dentist by profession and a poet by heart. Shweta expresses herself through words and is passionate about her profession and writing.
The Gift of Life
Cries; it was always those cries that seared his being. The warm breeze irked him too, but it was always the… “Sriniwas! Wake up, you
Sportsmanship!
When he was a kid, and jumped high, Olympian dreams ruled his sky polio virus crept within, Paralysed his limbs, but hopes win. Varun’s golden
The Despotism
Times ominousAbuses monstrous. ‘Mercy!’ She criedHer tears; dried.Blood-stained, petrified. They ravished her modestyRaped, end of humanity,‘Four for each!’ Insanity!Spewed bullets as calamity. Refugee, in our
At the Stroke of Midnight!
At the stroke of twelve at night in din Rejoicing, proclaiming liberty. Our freedom we announced and honoured. Our cries and pain drowned in joy,
Carte blanche!
You are, what you allow to be Feathers cut by the friends and foes Designs your destiny, suspire the fire, set yourself free. Pirouette on
Arise From the Dust
When thy passion brimmed eyes poured onto mineMy pulchritudinous self, clasped in thineBedazzled was my soul, longing with sighsLike dew drops thy love had moistened
Her Last Will
The aroma laden zephyr that ballets on the amber faced mustard flowers, carries whispers. The little muttering of love, solace and longing. These gusts are
The Game of Life
As I entered my office, a dilapidated building with shattered window panes, a tottering wooden table with snapped edges, I realised that I shall miss
It Happens
This heady mix of hate, revenge, passion, loss, grief, adultery, and above all love defined relationships.
Sagas of Love
This case has been pending for years. Discussions, debates retrospection and introspection, have all failed. Who is at fault, them or me bothers me more
Radheykrishna
‘In pieces I lay strewn, abandoned by my love, I croon. As I breathe my last, I wished, love of my life fulfilled.’ ‘Don’t cry
Shall Resurrect
The day you left me alone in the world Rejoiced my heart, heaved a sigh of relief Torment ended, from abuses you hurled A broken
Couldn’t reach on time
Delhi December fog coupled with widespread smog often blankets the city. That day wasn’t different. The only feeling keeping me warm was the internal rage
Between Two Worlds
“You think he’ll understand?” He entreated. “Depends on whether you ask or tell,” she replied stoically. “Should I take your calm acceptance to my truth
Unchartered Roads
Brook meanders it’s way, embracing crusted barks. Chirpy streams bounce and sway, to the terrain, thus embark. Bromeliads shun the sun, scorn greatest power. Heliotropic
Scarlet Light
I see him every day or rather early morning. He halts his car and doesn’t move even when indicated. I know he lives in the
It’s all in the Family
This wasn’t the first time that Suryakant Navgraha had been called to solve family discord. His mental anguish and responsibilities never concerned others except the
Gar! Hameen Asto, Hameen Asto!
10th January 2015 The mellifluous dulcet tones of Kashmiri folk music coupled with soft breeze, ushered in, the strings of harmony, in her love drenched