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Shiuli Sural

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Shiuli Sural is a young Indian writer based out of New Delhi. She mostly writes fiction, underlining a social message in her stories. Besides being an avid reader and writing, her hobbies include drawing, listening to music and cooking. 

The Last War

By Shiuli Sural

Ahoy there! The land approaches
The soldiers rejoice, the prisoner reproaches
They’ve come back from another battle
Destroyed houses, people and cattle

So the kingdom is now safe again
From enemies, treachery and disdain
The brave-hearts fought with all their might 
To win each and every fight

But,
Those who had been martyred 
On both sides, winners and losers
Shed tears for their families from above
They had been husbands, sons and fathers.

A war can never decide
Who is wrong and who is right
What is big and what is small
Who will rise and who will fall

What war does,
Is that it divides the world
Into more pieces and erects more walls
How can a broken heart ever rejoice 
With restless nights and a dying voice

My world , my people, my near and dear
Let’s live in peace with love and care
Holding hands we all will say
That we renounce war from today

There are more pressing matters to be dealt with
Changing climate, rising poverty and filth
This beautiful blue mother Earth 
Needs us to acknowledge her worth.

When Life Gives A Chance

By Shiuli Sural

It was not long ago
When the world looked dark to me
It made me question myself
My life, my choice, my ability 

I turned around, looking
For help to forget my strain
Instead I found, a white substance
An answer to my pain

I felt so high
Like I could almost fly
This was ecstasy 
No more did I cry

My very own world 
No one to be seen 
None to be heard
Here, I was the queen

A day arrived 
Though not all of a sudden
When this world of mine 
Was ruled by Satan

What I’d created in a frenzy 
Had now turned it’s back on me
It clenched my throat
How I choked and choked
In the ocean of despair 
Was my life’s sinking boat

But,
Then a change that was long due
Came in little by little
And I started to realise
Why my life was so brittle 

I reached out for help, 
Support, hope and empathy
I found oceans of all this and more
In someone who saved me

My therapist proved to be
An angel in disguise
Light and love she made me see
And freed me from my ties

Now,
I see the world with hues of hope
And the earth bejewelled with light
My mind and soul dream and smile
I find joy in every sight.


Sabah Kaur Mann

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Sabah Kaur Mann is a young writer and poet based out of Jalandhar. She practices formal poetry and inspirational prose to accentuate societal problems that people face in their day to day life. She prefers to write under a pen name – ‘Genesis’ which is interpreted as the origin of a new beginning.

The Girl Who Cried

By Sabah Kaur Mann (Genesis)

I’m writing this to the girl who cried,
I’m sorry you felt like you died.
I know this wouldn’t make it fine,
So forgive me if I crossed a line.

I see you waiting after all this time,
With no one sparing you a single time.
I know you went through a terrible life,
Believe me you’ll get through this strife.

I know my words seem like a lie,
But these horrible times will surely die.
You will soon bloom like the Queen-of-the-Night,
And will positively get through this plight.

The girl who cried was once my name,
But sadly no one told me the same.
I died each night, each time, each day,
But I couldn’t ever follow this way.

So save yourself it’s all I ask,
Don’t burden yourself with every task.
Just be yourself and dry your tears,
Scream and let go of all your fears.

Just A Tide

By Sabah Kaur Mann (Genesis)

You can be the wisp,
or you can be the storm.
It might be rough,
yet you needn’t conform.

They might try to thaw,
from ice to ash.
If that flays you raw,
try not to crash.

No need to dry,
those tears you hide.
Whenever you cry,
remember, it’s just a tide.

You are yourself,
no change required.
They can’t put you on a shelf,
you aren’t some ‘thing’ acquired.

Terror.

By Sabah Kaur Mann (Genesis)

Welcome to the world,
Where terror isn’t a crime.
So many people have hurled,
Somehow, nothing changed over time.

I’m puffed-up and proud,
To call myself an army brat.
I stand out in a crowd,
No matter where I’m at.

See, everyone in our nation,
Can sleep a peaceful sleep.
Because my father at his station,
Makes sure that we do not weep.

Yet, bigoted politicians,
Do not seem to care.
They have made it their missions,
To use words to ensnare.

They negotiate with the enemies,
And always protect their skin.
Feeding on our amenities,
They betray their own kin.

We wished those unfulfilled words of honour,
Become a wisp of hope.
Patriotism lost its valour,
And somehow meant a necklace of rope.

Hostage

By Sabah Kaur Mann (Genesis)

How many women believe,
That the wrongs happening to them are right?
How many women will grieve,
For the events that happen to them every night?

I’m not telling you to take it,
Nor fake it and say, “It’s alright”.
I’m asking you to not just sit,
And act like it’s not a problem just cause it’s out of sight.

Nobody has the right to tell you what to do,
Nor to tell you what to wear.
They can’t push their opinion on you,
And then snatch away your air.

There is no one else who holds you hostage,
Except your own mind,
Your life is a book, write your own page,
You never know just how much you will find.

I Tried To Be . . .

By Sabah Kaur Mann (Genesis)

I tried to be sugar,
In a world full of spice.
The world threw a dagger,
Cause I tried to be nice.

I tried to be a friend,
In a world filled with hate.
The world asked me to end,
Cause I tried to depend on fate.

I tried to be different,
In a world so mundane.
The world became a parent,
Cause I didn’t try to be the same.

I tried to be the best,
In a world that held me back.
The world pointed out to the rest,
Everything I ever did lack.

I tried to be myself,
In a world as fake as ours.
The world put me on the highest shelf,
And then left me there for hours.

Darkness All Around

By Sabah Kaur Mann (Genesis)

Lost in the fields of my own mind,
I drown in the river of regret.
My essence somehow I cannot find,
Millions cause me to fret.

And in those fields I find no light,
Just darkness all around.
And in those days I lose my might,
And I realise I’m nowhere to be found.

The river rushes by so fast,
My regrets I see flowing by.
And sometimes I drown in at last,
Still asking the question – Why?

My essence lost bit by bit,
A trade with the devil it seems.
And nothing ever seems to fit,
Yet somehow I drown my screams.

I care for some who never care,
I fret and fret for an empty face.
My love I somehow cannot share,
With those who keep changing their pace.

Be it fields or rivers,
My essence or my mind.
In the end I remember,
People cannot always be kind.