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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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First Meet

'Too bright,' was what he thought, when he came out from that dark room.

He didn't like living in that room. It was too small. There was no space to live or move freely, nor he could see anything. Even though, his daily requirements were fulfilled, yet he wanted to leave that darkness. He wanted to see the light. So, as soon as his vision was filled with light, he used his whole energy to come out from that dark room. He pushed, he forced, he kicked; he did everything he could to come out from there.

As the time moved, he could hear so many noises; some like screaming, some beeping sound, some words of comfort. And as if the God was at his side, he could also feel that someone was helping him to push himself. Assuming that the destination wasn't too far, he pushed, pushed and pushed using his whole energy.

Finally, finally he's out of that dark room. But, the out was not what he had expected. It was too big, there was so much noise, there was so much people. 'No, it is not how I expected it to be.' Everything was too much for him. So, he couldn't help himself and started screaming, throwing tantrums.

Suddenly, he felt himself moving. Now, after everything, he didn't want to get kidnapped. So, he opened his blurry eyes, and his dark brown orbs met two pairs of equally dark orbs.

Their gazes were so gentle, so warm. Suddenly he started feeling warm as well. So, he looked around. He was bundled and placed on the warm lap of a lady. The man there touched his cheek. He didn't like that and said no. But it came out as something else and they both started laughing. Now that was irritating. He wanted to throw another tantrum as well, insted he yawned. He was tired, alright? He had fought a lot today.

"Look, he is yawning." He looked up to see those two pairs of eyes again but they were now full of tears. He didn't like to see them crying. He lifted his hand to wipe their tears. But his hand was small and they were so tall. So, he slowly hit them saying not to cry. Those two people laughed again, planting a small kiss on his forehead.

Although, in that new place, he couldn't understand anything, but he felt comfortable, secure, happy. He felt content. 'Perhaps, I should stop worring and let these strangers take care of me,' he thought as he allowed his fatigue to take over and went into a deep slumber.

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My Seafarer

O love ! The sweetheart of mine,

You sail through deep sea,

Without you my soul is not with me,

Days seems ok but nights not fine.

At your sight, after six months my eyes shine,

In your absence 24*7 my heart longes to see thee,

I know staying apart, you too miss me.

But sometimes this distance is not fine.

Sailor o mine, please come soon,

The home is missing your voice,

Without you, even corners cries at night.

O Sailor mine, Please bring back my moon,

I know currently staying away is only choice.

But listen my mariner, for me being with you always is a beautiful sight.

- Priyanka

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Words that let you believe!

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It's is simple and odd at the same moment, how someone can let you believe the stuff that never exists and trick your instance. The way any artiest portrait their feelings, sentiments, imagination, and soulful journey in the words is amazing.

The sympathetic vigor is understandable but maintaining this is tough.

Carving for needs and let them control is also an art.

You can sprinkle your vision into words is the best at all.

Server your zest of soulful recipes in the form of tales.

For stranger a simple hello give impact and for know precious passage can make them believe in you.

That's the ability of the word. You can alter sorrow, reversal intuition, modify opinion, boost positivity, give consequences to their life, and so on.

Endless prospects of words and an infinite lasso of bliss.

-Mitika

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*A letter to no one*

Hey,

IDK you are sad or happy,

I'm in dilemma too.

It has been so hard to find peace in between these Chaos.

So many times people say Love breaks your heart, but actually, people do.

And if I'm that person, I mean if I'm the toxic and full of negativity kind of person in your life.

Meri Jaan, it really must have been your fault then.

Well, no matter how beautiful my valley will be, there must be a few moats, higher cliffs, dead leaves, and flowerless plants.

Although, we just need to move on, 😃 sorry I forgot you already did and you never have been with me, I need to move on.

But, I wish you a beautiful cosmos-filled dusk, deep diving Ocean, blissful breezes, cloudy showers, mystic music, all greens, a big and gorgeous Gulmohar tree in your backyard and an Atlantis god in your life.

Perhaps, I can bet nothing lasts forever than your parent's love, so just do memorable things with every person who is in your life right now.

Start your days with smiles.

~Yours~ ( Idk what to say)

Somendra Tripathi

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बहती हवा में कुछ आपके अंदाज़ है,

सहला रही है जुल्फों को जैसे आप पास हैं.....।।

कैद कर लिया है हमने अपने आप को,

आपकी हदों में कुछ इस तरह,

बंद होती हैं यह आँखे जैसे ही,

सजते बस आपके ही ख्वाब हैं,

बहती हवा में कुछ आपके अंदाज़ है

सहला रही है जुल्फों को जैसे आप पास हैं.... ।।

दिल की कश्ती मझधार में घिरी तन्हा,

लौट आया है दिल ख़ामोश साहिलों पर,

अरमानों की लहरें, तुमसे मिलकर बेताब हैं,

रोज़ सुलगती बुझती है, यह जाने कैसी आग है

बहती हवा में कुछ आपके अंदाज़ है,

सहला रही है जुल्फों को जैसे आप पास हैं.... ।।

गायत्री राठौर

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SECRETIVE AFFAIR OF LOVE

It's dangerous,

With lots of obstacles.

With lots of pain,

Where there is nothing to gain.

Some way or the other way,

It comes to an end.

Then there will be nothing to say,

Just we bow bend.

Feels good,

But not truly good.

We can't even say it's bad,

Because it may reach the destiny one day.

Secretive affairs

May lead to no ways,

Be careful and sharp

Before taking the forward step.

- Rahul B R

Insta: rahul07thewriter

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Reborn for you ✨

It was those days,

When I was shattered💔,

My thoughts were unknown,

My heart❣️ was melancholy,

Everything feels weird now🤷.

When I saw👀 him,

I don't know what happened🤷,

I was reborn for him,

There was some charm in him✨,

That made me feel happy every single day🥰,

He was the one who had stolen my heart ❤️,

She said with the beauty of love in her eyes 👀.

Once he left ◀️ the beauty vanished,

She lost her charm😟,

Nope her charm had become incomplete without him💔.

*_All persons don't bring charm to make us reborn only a few can and that's how we feel incomplete without them💖._*

© Keerthi Sonu

Name:- Keerthi Priya M

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*A part of myself*

I might be strong to go through the uneasiness but there exists a part of myself which is unknown, oblivious, feeble, helpless and weak yearning to be found. I've been trying constantly to impede myself from any kind of emotional instability but the part of myself, holding the aches for ages never fails to put me behind miles.

Reaching somewhere, to make a change in yourself exists with the act of trying. But what comes next, if trying is not willing to own you? What comes next, if you've been trying endlessly? What comes next, if a goodbye has been passed over you? What comes next, if trying has found an exit? What next?

No matter how much I allow myself for not being affected by the little things, a part of myself is still there, conscious of every little detail which may not be important nevertheless adding more scars to my heart.

Trying to move ahead is accompanied by falling apart which in turn leads to the existence of trying again. This process continues but a part of myself remains intact and unchanged with the old existing pain.

And that part of myself is a constant home. I may be okay for the time being but I can still find myself in my constant home. This constant home is my true identity, devoid of pretending with cries nd sighs.

*-Asiya Rahim*

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LIFE LIKE A CAGED BIRD.

INTRODUCTION:

Every bird has its mighty wings to soar up, really in an astonishing manner, making us all awestruck.

The bird is so free, that it can soar cheerfully into the vast sky, without any actual concern to shatter their wings.

But, if the bird is caged? Will it still have the same, exuberant life? A big 'No' for this question!

LIFE- A GREAT LESSON:

Life is beautiful, in its own way, to convey many exhilarating feelings. It is rather amusing, depressing, cheering, blissful, irritating, painful ...etc. which teaches many more perks and staggering circumstances to overcome and indulge. What we have here, is the freedom to feel and experience anything and everything! Will it be the same in the case of caged life too?

CAGED LIFE- QUARANTINE:

People started to feel more and more uncomfortable, due to quarantine. Why? Because the freedom to do and feel the most important things in life, were disturbed. For sometime, we may enjoy spending time with their family, but ultimately, we get a feeling that life seems to lead in a monotonous and inefficient manner, as the things to do at the right time were infinished!

CONCLUSION:

We can be quite proud and excited, when we soar our wings with all our might, enjoying the freedom!

- Swetha.

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Her red hair!

Her red hair,

Just blew in a blissful breeze,

Shining magnificently like stars,

In the vast sky without seize!

Every stroke of her hair,

Is a sight with pleasure,

And do not flicker,

To measure like a treasure!

Sometimes in jealous,

Over the astounding hair,

Sometimes in a daze,

Due to the disappearance of ebony hair!

Oh, what an enchanting feeling,

That makes my heart to flutter,

I am no longer hesitant,

To accept it as my blissful moment!

- Swetha.

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Scattered in the ashes,

I flew all the way across,

Reviving and reviewing,

After a great loss.

The Body was burnt,

And I was set free,

I raced across the hills,

Furling along the trees.

I flew high up,

Piercing the clouds in sky,

I have always dreamt,

What would happen if i die.

These beautiful views,

Have put me to the glaze,

Flying across and seeing,

The Cattle and haze.

Glorified and happy it seemed,

But wait why can't I feel,

This happiness seems twisted,

Like I can never heal.

I can sense emotion,

That keeps on pinning and hurting,

The more I grieve,

Closer pain comes for flirting.

Ohh why the miseries only,

Have to get through to me,

Haven't i suffered enough,

That after death it has to be.

Alas! I can see it clearly now,

I am going to the gate of hell,

Bursting, screaming shouting,

Where I have to dwell.

It's my destiny,

I have to take it through,

With a smile,

I walked in there too.

Ohh!! Wait what...

You caught me by surprise,

Sorry God I misunderstood,

From its outer look and size.

So, this is how paradise seems,

Awesome and adorable more than the book,

Hell went out of the way,

I accepted the fate and to here it took.

I adore the pleasant behaviour,

Oh my God I have a favour,

I want happiness all around,

And see how it will savour.

Siddharth_Chaturvedi

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*Her exploited self*

It wasn't the thorns that pricked her,

It were those flowers.

It wasn't the storm which shook her,

It were those waters.

It wasn't the curses which broke her,

It was that love.

It wasn't the words which tore her,

It was the silence.

It wasn't the ailment which weakened her,

It was the richness.

It wasn't the fake promise which sulked her,

It was the truth.

It wasn't the world which expoilted her,

It was she herself!

*-Reshana Faisal*

Ig: *writer_hijabi*

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देखो, आज काले बादल मुझे बुलाते हैं,

एक दूसरे से टकराकर देखो कैसे थर्राते हैं,

मैंने भी हाथ में ली गर्म चाय की एक प्याली,

और खिड़की में अपनी एक महफ़िल सजा ली,

काली शामों में पानी को बरसते देखती हूँ,

अपने बचपन को बूँदों में गुज़रते देखती हूँ,

भीनी मिट्टी मेरी साँसों को महकाती है,

अपने साथ मेरे सपनों के महल ले आती है,

पुराने लम्हों में रिमझिम की धुन घुलती है फ़िर,

याद आती है वही पुराने दोस्तों की महफ़िल,

मैं कागज़ लेकर एक कश्ती तो बनाती हूँ,

पर जाकर उसे पानी में बहाना भूल जाती हूँ,

क्यूँ बचपन के साथ मेरा बचपना भी कहीं खो गया?

बारिशों में भी क्यूँ दिल रूखा सूखा हो गया?

क्यूँ न फ़िर से हम बच्चे बन जाएँ?

फ़िर गीली मिट्टी से सपनों के महल बनाएँ,

बूँदें उम्र का भेदभाव कहाँ करती हैं,

ये तो सब पर एक सी ही बरसती हैं,

फ़िर हम क्यूँ उम्र का लिहाज़ करें,

क्यूँ इन बूँदों को नाराज़ करें?

रिमझिम में अपनी भी एक धुन मिलाएँ,

बारिशों में आओ, आज हम भी मोर बन जाएँ।

- स्नेहा धोलकिया शाह