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Birumi Swati: All India Best Writers Award

AIBA-2023, hosted by: Profound Writers & Co.

Hosted by Profound Writers & Co., the All India Best Writers Award 2024 (AIBA-2024) has nominated the distinguished writer, Birumi Swati, recognizing his remarkable literary contributions. As the literary world eagerly awaits the results, writers and authors are to stay connected on Instagram with @pw_arena for updates on future contests and opportunities within the vibrant writing community.

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A Walk to an End

A walk on a road to an end,

An end before known,

An end after unknown.

I write as I walk, walk as I write,

A path everyone wants to crawl, I walk.

A poem I write to no one known.

I live a day, a night, a day,

A life I live which is a life not to live,

A poem I write to no one alive.

I have enemies disguised as friends.

Violence disguised as family love.

And hell disguised as life.

An end towards I walk on my feet.

My feet stand beneath a cluster of bones,

Glued together with tears I own.

Bones underneath a skin so thin.

A skin too dark, a skin housing many flaws.

My bones scream as they grind against each other.

Flaws hidden behind smiles and lies.

Smiles forged with practice,

And lies flows without no practice.

My mind with stories to fool itself,

Its a cycle of chaos.

My mind with excuses to fool itself,

Its a cycle of repeatedness.

Trapped in it I am,

Not a will to escape,

But a will to entangle myself in it.

Who am I?

What's my purpose?

Why am I alive?

No answers to these questions.

No need to answer the questions,

When I can no longer ask the questions,

Once I walk on this road to an end.

I need no reason to walk this road,

I'll walk, and walk and walk,

Until I lose my mind.

I'll sink and sink and sink,

Deeper into this chaos,

Losing myself.

Closing my eyes,

I'll cry and cry and cry,

My heart out, till my tears dry out.

I'll scream and scream and scream,

Till my lungs run out,

Of the breath I waste.

I'll let my heart stop beating,

Let it sleep to an eternal slumber.

And my mind I'll let it dissolve into chaos.

I'll stop hurting myself and keep walking,

I'll stop thinking and keep walking,

I'll stop breathing and keep walking,

I'll stop my pen and keep walking.

I walk on a road, a walk to death,

A walk on a road, a walk to peace.

- Nagraj_S_M

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NAME: SOMDATTA MITRA

TOPIC : MIRROR

Behind the smoke and mirrors the reality is perhaps hidden,

As we view the object or person in the mirror each time it is an illusion that we adhere and relent.

We are often confident that the mirror speaks the truth and the honest feed is imbibed ,

The fool is often deceived through the tactful;

And subtle means to do it with mirrors and hence cheat a friend or foe while they substantiate and glide.

The one end is clear and the other end little confusing ,

The bite that cradles the sin is forever corrupted.

Quite symbolic of deceptive nature that the reality beholds ,

Often a mirror portrays the real treachery or the trick of the person that confronts.

Innocence suffers and tortured and tormented through a regular regression ,

As the honest soul learns slowly how the ferocity of the fraudulent minds can profligate.

A sweet smile can resonate several times to remind ,

That confronting the mirror the views witnessed are not always perfect.

To device to uplift the vices which are shameful are in a camouflage,

The colour of an apple can be duped or deluded by vindictive minds to gallop in an entrenchment.

A mirror is usually the reflection of our self ,

As we enquire several queries to understand our weaknesses or strengths.

If the visual on the other end is unclear ,

Although our analysis is certain that we adhered and perceived through our conviction.

Reality exposes a huge number of deceptive incidents and experiences,

MIRROR ! MIRROR ! our voice roars for a legitimate transparency of the vision.

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What is pain?

Pain is indefinable. The definition of pain varies from person to person. A person can bear the death of a loved one quite well while another person of same age may find it challenging to cope with even losing their favourite thing. Does that make them strong and weak respectively? No. That's just how they feel and experience pain. Strength has no connection with how a person deals with pain.

To judge a person based on how they withstand pain is absolutely unfair. It's equally unfair to expect someone to "get over it" just because someone else has. No two persons are the same. Every individual has their own method to deal with something that is unexpected, unwanted and unsatisfactory. Just because someone has dealt with such a situation with sheer ease, it's not necessary that someone else too has to.

The depth of pain doesn't lie in the amount of tears one sheds. It can't be felt, it can't be dealt with unless one sincerely tries to understand the depth, the gravity of the pain someone is in. Crying the pain out doesn't make one weak or not crying doesn't make one strong. Crying is only a way of letting go of the pain and feeling lighter, it's not a sign of strength or weakness. Declaring someone emotionally or mentally weak just because they cry is sheer ignorance and stupidity.

Pain has different effects on different people. Some become completely dependable while some turn absolutely self reliant. But again, does being dependable or self reliant make them weak or strong? Mental strength simply depends on how that pain affects one's mind. If one loses individuality of their own, the pain has clearly made them mentally weak. A strong mind knows what it is capable of. Breaking down is okay but breaking ties with oneself is not okay. Every single moment of grief makes a person meet oneself. All one needs to make sure is they meet someone with a strong mind.

Pain is inevitable. It's a part of life. One has to develop ways of their own to deal with their grief. One's strength lies in their capability of healing themselves, and not in their ways of dealing with their pain.

- Sneha Dholakia

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Trust: The Fear of Life

I am always having fear

When I see someone near

Its not easy to share

Its like a meteorite

Heart is like mirror for everyone

In which having images of several people

One of them having near

Wrong one can give tear

Its easy to fight against warriors

But not easy to our inner pains

Warriors kill us one time

But inner pains kills us at every time

A broken mirror can't show images perfectly

While touching it can give injury

A broken heart can't love again

Always want to live life alone

Trust is short in spelling

But its not in understanding

Here easy to do a promise

But not easy to complete

_Savinya Singh

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You are within me!

You are within me,

In every second of breathe,

In every beat of heart,

In every end or start!

You are the moon

Which I stare ,

And that pole star

Which I share!

You are the beauty of

My inner voice,

And my happiness

Of choice,

I don't think about

How would I live without you!

Instead I choose ,

How many times I can live with you!

You are within me

From the day we met

And these eyes sometimes

Dare to reavel my secret...

Swikriti Rai

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Yeh duniya wale insano par itna zulm karne lage ke insano ko janwar samajhne lage.

Doulat ke ghamand mein itna beh gaye ke gareeb ko kachra samajhne lage.

Gunaahon me itna doob gaye ke gunaah karke usko neeki samajhne lage.

Rab ka kha ke rab ki na-shukri karke rab ko bhula baithe hain.

Zindagi ke safar mai itne masroof hogaye ke rab ki ibadat ke liye waqt nikalna bhool baithe hain.

Appni khawaishaat ko pura karne mai lag gaye ke kya gunaah kya neki sab kuch bhula baithe hain.

Jab ayi ek corona naam ki bimari to tab aaya yaad Rab.

Jab na tha corona tab yaad na tha Rab.

Apne matlab ke khatir Rab ko yaad karne lage,

itne gir gaye ke rab ko matlab se yaad karne lage.

Ek virus se itna dar gaye ke apni akad ko khaak kar baithe.

Virus se dar ke rab se maafi mange lage gunaaho ki saza se kahi corona na hojaye.

Bhugat rahe hain gunaaho ki saza corona hoke bohat se log maut se ladne lage.

Ab thoda sudar gaye to hogaya hai kam corona.

Phir apni akad par aye to phir aayegi koi nayi bimari.

Insaniyat nibhao har kisi ka bhala karo or Rab ko razi karo.

Taha

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Placid night

Sitting beside myself in the dim moonlight I wonder

At times Knitting dreams we both of a rosy future, of far fetched lands,

Staring at my crimson hands,

Gratifying satisfaction, still an ounce of regret

Cause for the power to save lives it’s my youth i did bet

Sitting beside myself in the dim moonlight I wonder

At times When hope’s the only thing that’s not lost

and

Those professional dreams seem cold as frost

I’m still there beside me

Pondering on my journey from a dank useless seeding to a mighty, giving tree

Sitting beside myself in the dim moonlight I wonder

At times pondering on my follies, my inherent deep seated fears

The pain of rigor I put myself through all these years

Sitting beside myself in the dim moonlight I wonder

At times I remember my wild expeditions with love

The ones that I did deep in my heart shove

Some with untrodden grace,

Keeping mum just to save my ambitious face

and some with questioning curiosity

Of the depth that I shared with some despite all this with heartfelt generosity

Sitting beside myself in the dim moonlight I wonder

I remember the sacrifices my parents made

For me - To all the lovely times they bade

As many people you heal

From your own being you lift the weil

Sitting beside myself in the dim moonlight I wonder

Of all the things that I could have been I yonder

True All my lifetime achievements came at a very heavy price

But the heartwarming blessings given by a resuscitated elderly, the pleasant crying of a newborn child everytime cuts the ice

Sitting beside myself in the dim moonlight I wonder

If life ever rewinds

I still would choose the struggles,the sacrifices,the sleepless nights

just for the sake of the humanity this profession binds

Sorry for sounding akin to a proctor🙈

I’m just an ambitious doctor

Dr.Simar Sachdeva

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There's a man I know who's genuinely sensitive,

His thoughts are not patriarchally primitive,

He wouldn't mind shedding a few tears,

He wouldn't hesitate while sharing his fears,

He can let go of something not meant for him,

He doesn't let a break up completely ruin him,

His sister doesn't have to be afraid of him,

He doesn't insult his lady love on a whim,

He doesn't preach beliefs above life,

He loves taking care of his bleeding wife,

He doesn't even mind cooking for his mom,

He doesn't want his wife to just sit at home,

He appreciates his wife's salary hikes,

He carries her with himself with utmost pride,

He doesn't let his parents beg for respect,

He always fulfills what his kids expect,

He's not a predator of women flesh,

He's just a common man in a common place,

He doesn't believe in holding everything in his fist,

Yes, such men do really exist !

- Sneha Dholakia

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There are a thousand hands,

Calling me out for help,

But I stand refrained,

Afraid of moving ahead,

I keep wondering why,

Every cry for help I deny,

Is it not worth my care?

Or am I lost in my own despair?

Why do I always give what I get,

There must be another way I bet,

A series of events starts somewhere,

Of this truth i remained unaware,

Kindness is the easiest trait to have,

Once understood how to behave,

I gently hold each hand one after the other,

We then move ahead all together,

I intend to break the harsh stereotype,

Benevolence begins with me is what I hype,

I don't just give what I always get,

I give what I don't even in return expect.

- Sneha Dholakia

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Stages of Smile

An innocent smile graced my lips,

As my mom placed me on her hips,

Blowing bubbles of saliva,

I acted, like a diva.

A small smile graced my lips,

As I stepped into school,my heart doing flips,

Acting confident on the outside,

A nervous me lurked inside.

A confident smile graced my lips,

I stepped out, with a hand on my hips,

Confident both inside and out,

I go all-out.

A fake smile graced my lips,

My insides hollowed, I drank darkness in sips,

Heartbroken inside,

I faked and faked on the outside.

-Anjana

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Mein aisi thi nahi mujhe Banaya gaya hai

Azmaisho se paar hui hi thi ki phir mujhe azmaya gaya hai.

Takleef bhari hogi Zindagi ye mujhe choti si umr se sikhaya gaya hai

Log kehte hai mujhme aaj ke zamane jaise koi khwahish nahi

To mein batadu mein aisi thi nahi mujhe Banaya gaya hai.

.........

Sahi aur ghalat dono rastou per chalaya gaya hai,

Khud tumhe apni manzil chunni hai ye bataya gaya hai.

Log kehte duniya aage badh rahi hai to tum peeche kyu

To mein batadu mein aisi thi nahi mujhe Banaya gaya hai.

.............

Paise udhate nahi bachate hai ye samjhaya gaya hai,

Apna koi nahi is ki duniya mein apno ki aankhon se dikhaya gaya hai.

Log puchte hai zindagi mein akele kyu chalti ho..?

To mein batadu mein aisi thi nahi mujhe Banaya gaya hai.

..........

Tasveer lo nahi nazar lag jaegi ,

Khushi batao nahi duniya jal jaegi.

Inke unke saath phiro nahi kirdaar per daag lag jaega

Apni khami sudharo dusro ko khami mein bhi apnao

Warna duniya tumhe nahi apnae gi.

..........

Pankh dekar bhi zameen per chalaya gaya hai,

Aasman batakar andhere mein dafnaya gaya hai .

Log puchte hai baate karte karte khamush kyu baith jati ho.?

To mein batadu mein aisi thi nahi mujhe Banaya gaya hai..

..........

Khwabo ki neend se mujhe jagaya gaya hai,

Acha to chal hi rahi thi manzil ki or per phir mujhe rukaya gaya hai,

Log sonchte hai mein hamesha se nakaam hu

To mein batadu mein aisi thi nahi mujhe Banaya gaya hai.

.......

Muskurati hui bohat pyaari lagti ho kehkar rulaya gaya hai,

Yahan to bas azaadi hai kehkar sataya gaya hai.

Log kehte hai ek baar to bharosa karlo

kya bigar jaega tumhara..?

To mein batadu mein aisi thi nahi mujhe Banaya gaya hai.

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