Parv Dasani 9 years Holi, the Festival of Colours, is a joyous Indian celebration marking the victory of good over evil. The festival originates from the story of Prahlad, a devotee of Lord Vishnu, who was saved from his evil father Hiranyakashyap and aunt Holika's attempt to kill him in fire. Holika was burned instead due to misusing her fire-immunity boon. Famously known as the festival of colours, Holi is a joyous festival, celebrated across India. It marks the victory of

Harinath Poet EI Outlook Editor , Linkedin Profile , Blog From sidelines to center pitch—rage, grit, and joy collided. We didn’t play alone; we moved as one force. Sweat, pride, noise, silence—all bound into one unforgettable day

Sandeep Mishra Electrical Engineer, Gold Medalist, Senior Executive, Poet, Tabla Enthusiast. न जाने क्यों न जाने वक्त की कोख में क्या छिपा है आगे क्या होगा , किसी को भी नहीं पता है। न जाने क्यों आदमी भाग रहा है,दौलत के वास्ते साथ न ले जा पायेगा,यह भी उसे पता है ।   न जाने क्यों ,लोग आपस में मिलते‌ नहीं कल कोई रहे या ना रहे ,यह किसको पता है।   न जाने क्यों लोग करते हैं ईर्ष्या दूसरों से जितना नसीब में है वही मिलेगा, सबको पता है।   न जाने क्यों लोग खोज रहें सुख भौतिक संसार में

Sandeep Mishra Electrical engineer, gold medalist, senior executive,  poet, tabla enthusiast. होली की यादें याद आ रही है आज फिर बचपन की होली रंग भंग संग वो मित्रों की टोली। चंदा उगाही और लकड़ी की चोरी सजाते थे स्टेज पर होलिका और प्रल्हाद की जोड़ी। करते पहले पूजा फिर लगाते थे आग बड़े बूढ़े गाते थे झूमकर फाग। सुबह सुबह फागुन के मौसम की मस्ती मोहल्ले की हर लड़की लगती थी अच्छी। हाथों में गुलाल और गोरियों के गाल रंगों की बौछार कर दिल होता बेहाल। दोस्तों के संग करते हम हुड़दंग मदमस

Nandini Mathur Author, Blog - 'मेरी कलम से' English Summary The poem celebrates the arrival of the spring season, portraying it as a symbol of renewal, freshness, and new life in nature. It vividly describes how the pleasant fragrance of spring fills the air and brings joy to every direction. As winter recedes, the earth stretches comfortably under the warm rays of the sun, and dewdrops gently disappear. Nature comes alive with lush green foliage, blossoming branches, and che

Akshay Agarwal Part time poet. The Mother She was never the conventional kind And that’s how she shaped my mind She taught me cricket, not just care Strength passed like a well time throw A September soul who raised me different   The Sister We fought like siblings are meant to do Loud , petty, endless and somehow sweet She sees the world in frame and colours A mind wired to make magic real Always keeping the life in Prime Focus   The Soulmate You adore every quirk I have Lov

Parv Dasani 9 years This poem describes a winter visit to the Rann of Kutch, highlighting its vast white salt desert, historical significance linked to the Harappan site of Dholavira, and natural beauty. It captures experiences like migrating birds, kite flying, sunsets, and a visit to Bhuj’s earthquake museum, showing the Rann as an extreme yet fascinating place. My Visit to Rann of Kutch With New Year approaching I went to the Rann of Kutch Where the sun is scorching But I

Aanya Das, 13 yrs old. A poem about feeling lost and mentally trapped, struggling with self-doubt and fear of failure, but ultimately realizing that the confusion is temporary and hope and a way forward still exist. A Hazy Path Walking along this path of haze, I had to slow down my pace There is no sign or trace, Of something to chase I am stuck in this maze. What is there to face? I can’t win this race, For I am caged My mind is fazed, not in the right place I can’t escape,

Akshay Agarwal Part time poet, In a velvet hush, when the world's asleep Darkness rises and I become unseen No one to watch, No no one to hear Just silent air and me in between I get a gentle solitude Where thoughts are free No deadlines or expectations Just a breeze from calmness's sea The world erodes away There's blackness and No light I leave the weight of the day behind And find in darkness, a soft respite