Fiction – The Impress

20Aug

By Libana JaleelNo Comments

Lockdown

-I- An entire year is greeted With utmost ecstasy “Happy new year” “Have a bright year ahead” A Couple of months passed With different hue Relished the days like a Slave being released from his enslavement, not knowing Further Fetched with hope, as always. A sudden thud begins Devastated and shrugged whilst Enquiring the reason Yet, it’s about a few weeks, Maybe like arid situation in An area. Summer, the flickering sun The relishing activities Halted from being relishing. Monsoon, the petrichor, felt Suffocated without inhaling And exhaling Sensing the dew to our Withered body, to feel alive Is being disordered. Winter, the flakes, melted Without my presence. Meadows being isolated Without the touch of my Toe. -II- However, days being Relished enthusiastic...

20Aug

By Vaishnavi PNo Comments

Poem

His

He was the one who made me grin. Who carries me on his berm. The one and solely superhero of my little heart. Who comes with chocolates and hues every night. I still remember that pale chromatic tooth while he smiles. And I can sense his love in his kiss on my brow. He, he was my guard. His existence made me fearless. A sudden bang. It jolted me awake when I realized it was all a dream. A dream, a bittersweet one. A fugacious recap may be. It has been a decade. Still, I can feel his smell Which must be blended within me.

20Aug

By Arya ThelakkadNo Comments

Poem

Feeling Time

Time heals everything…. Is it true?... I asked Myself countless ….if it’s the truth Why my scars deepening With time…. Time reformed a lot … be it my life Or my decisions…. But Never have I let it take over me As once time gets hold of you You are going to forget everything Because time is not just a clock It is a feeling…

20Aug

By Sameeha Junaid1 Comment

Poem

I’m Lost by A Cost

Through the window, I see the pathway -you walked away, I feel the emotions, Once suffered, -when you left my side. Glaring at the view, Sitting beside the window, I felt your presence. Neglecting your absence, Wanting to believe you'll never leave, I stay besides, the window, Even when I'm numb, Even in melancholy. My eyes travel across the boundaries, My mind was lost in hopelessness, My soul craving for serenity, My body felt numb. Yet, I prayed and still pray, For your presence, Or at least, For your serenity, in Paradise. How easy it is to lose someone, even when you love them in depth. How easy it is to feel utterly hurt, even when you were in utmost happiness. Mates, love yourself & love those who are there for you, your parents, you...

20Aug

By Hiba NasreenNo Comments

Poem

Oblivion

I choose to be oblivious. I choose to remain, Behind the veils, Of ignorance. I choose to remain in the dark, And let things be. I choose to close my eyes, To sights; That invade my serenity. I choose to not know, Of things that are falling apart. I lend out a deaf ear, To the painful cries, Of that innocent child, Who was brutally raped and I cannot stop, but let pass, The story of that naive man, With dreams in his heart, Who was slaughtered like a sheep. mine more than full tummy, Refuses to digest, the numbers of kids, Sleeping on hungry stomachs. My comforts, shield me from the plight, Of the homeless. My privileges, narrow my vision, And blur out the metaphors of the stifled. My Happiness fills my heart to the brim, Leaving no space for empathy, for the liv...

20Aug

By Nourin N KNo Comments

Story

A Memory

"Here lies he, who learnt to love and live" Lily's coal-black eyes met the words carved on the grave. Tears escaped with summer wind before it dripped out. The funeral seemed as calm as his death. But still, there were haunting murmurs from both his admirers and rivals. Lily stood up to leave the crowd and walked towards the two-fold mansion. Each step she took dragged her to the cauldrons of memories. The more she resisted the gush, the more violently it seized her. His boundless laughter still echoed in her ears like lost music and that fountain pen with golden nib he always carried in his breast pocket never failed to write for her, and write about her. Though she never succeeded to grasp the full depth of his lines, the intensity of his choice of words, she always enjoyed the...

20Jun

By The ImpressNo Comments

Poem

The folk

Anjali B.R Tailored words hold you safeunless you realise it was just a bogus.tyrannised emotions fueled the revoltYet broken in these ragged chains.Society admired chaivinsmThrottling freedom of expressionFailed to match those disparitiesWe failed to mere puppets…

20May

By The ImpressNo Comments

Poem

I hope tonight is the last time

I hope tonight is the last timeI write about youBecause i don't remember your faceI think i'm free nowI hope tonight is the last time I write about usBecause I don't remember the way you kissedAnd that doesn't make me feel badI hope i can let you go nowBecause your love is replaced by your memory. Bhagyalakshmi Nair

20May

By The ImpressNo Comments

Poem

To you my heroes

Diligent enough to cater the secure feelingMy heart always whispers slogan of easingTrue, I reckon the vultures of darknessWill find the ultimate place of madness Oh... martyrs of the homeYou never go in single bombThe blood that spread on the pathsWill show the way to strength Tears rolling from the eyes Of your beloved are not theirsBut every single citizen too mournsIn the lose your precious tone The wicked evils can never throwThe wills of the tricolor that flowIn the hearts and minds Of the sons that it binds Oh.. comrades of the great nationWe shall win your dreams and imaginationOf a winning not only the landBut each and every slanted mind And we, for you, shall make your sacrifice A threshold that gives energy suffice To the peacefu...

20May

By The ImpressNo Comments

Poem

Dreams

When you ask me of my dreams, I'll remember those times The walls to which were strong and shut. And there was IBanging loud. I'll hear all those curses About the useless child I am. I'll see the way you mock As I utter the words I love. I'll feel the crushing pain- And the struggle to move ahead. When you ask me of my dream, Many years from now, I may smile and caress my throne With the eyes in which sparks A never ending fire. Shima Muhammed