It is with great pleasure that we announce that our poetry community is growing and advancing at the same time. Here are some of the impeccable pieces shared by our winners.
Winners under Poetry Book Categories are -
1. Priyanka Bhandarkar.
2. Manvik Sethi.
3. Durriya Sakarwala.
Only for poetry winners are -
Dr Romila Chitturi.
Poornima Sivaraman.
Shweta Gupta.
Poetry Book Winners Section.
Book Name----WITH LOVE, FROM PINKY. Author Name: Priyanka Bhandarkar
Genre---Poetry
Language----English
Publisher----AL-Lina Publication
BOOK BLURB
This book is a collection of poems that highlight the mind of a certain girl, Pinky, who believes in herself and the tough decisions she is forced to take while standing on divergent roads. The road to happiness depends on the right and wrong of life, which goes on.
There is always a fight in the journey called life. Poems can cover a wide variety of topics---love, nature, identity, and society are just a few examples. A free bird sings of heights, while a caged bird thinks of freedom.
About the Author----
Priyanka is a trailblazing author and poet with an eye for creative expression and literary depth. As a prolific writer, Priyanka has co-authored over 120 Anthologies and penned Ten Solo Books on poetry, each a testament to her poetic prowess. Her works are widely available on Amazon, a reflection of her dedication to sharing her art with a global audience. She is inspired by the words of John Keats that--- A THING OF BEAUTY IS A JOY FOREVER.
The Book has a dedicated storyline with the introduction emphasising the importance of family. It aligns with Oprah Winfrey's quote on the significance of family and how it shapes individuals.
With Love, From Pinky is a heart-warming book that delves deeply into the essence of family, love, and personal growth. It resonates with anyone who values relationships and is on the journey of self-discovery.
Why do I nominate the book?
This book of poems is actually the autobiography of my life and falls into the category of Epic Poetry. Here I am seen comparing myself to the Rose flower and the fact that the Rose is always protected by the thorns. These poems beautifully capture the journey from the days of my childhood to the woman I am today.
This book is a collection of poems that highlight my thoughts and experiences.
Family comes from the Latin word "familia." As a child, I learned to keep my pinky promises. I have learnt that the journey of life is more important than the destination, and have highlighted this with two events which have shaped my character.
About the book---
"VASUDHAIVA KUTUMBAKAM" is a phrase found in Sanskrit texts that means "The world is one family." All beings on earth are a part of one family.
I am deeply indebted to my parents and relatives for believing in my ability to stand up against the hypocrisy of this world and embrace the fact that failures and successes are a part and parcel of life.
I am drawn into a world of sweet memories and am compelled to share my thoughts so that I can look back and derive inspiration from them.
I love to read books, and such a seed of faith, which is necessary and can be found only in the concept of a family. I was overbearingly naughty during my childhood days without realising that I had to learn to be responsible.
"VENI, VIDI, VICI"----I came, I saw, and I conquered. The upbringing of a child is divine and delicate. It is like a tree that has to be watered daily for growth. In the same way, a child has to be rooted and mistakes corrected. We need to give back the same that is provided to us, and that is the true meaning of life. "In the end, it is impossible to become what others believe you are."
I have written this especially for little girls who are growing up, to teach them to celebrate the essence of womanhood. Overall, it is a compelling read for anyone who is interested in exploring values and relationships in the journey of life.
Title: Rhythmic Words
Language: English
Author: Manvik Sethi
Formatted, Edited, and Published by
THE MOMMACLAN PUBLISHER
Mumbai.
Manvik Sethi: Author, Athlete, and Literary Voice
Manvik Sethi is a remarkable 15-year-old author, athlete, and bright student from Bangalore.
A Grade 10 student at Capstone High School, he balances his academic pursuits with his
passion for basketball, showcasing a dynamic and competitive spirit on the court. His
formative years were spent in Delhi, before his family relocated to Bangalore two years ago.
Literary Achievements
Manvik was captivated by words from a young age, leading to his success as a published
author. His published works include:
Beyond the Keyston Glow: His first book which showcases his extraordinary talent
and dedication.
Rhythmic Words: A captivating collection of poems that explore a wide range of
emotions and experiences, from heartfelt emotions and joy to adventure and mystery,
reflecting his vibrant and youthful perspective.
His own writing is characterised by vivid imagery and thought-provoking themes. His prose
is often described as mature beyond his years.
Recognition and Influences
Manvik has contributed articles and poems to the Times NIE student edition paper and has
received notable recognition:
Debutante Teen Wordsmith title at The Golden Quill Award.
Gold Medallion Star Award from Bri Books.
He holds a deep appreciation for authors who move, educate, and challenge, particularly
admiring Sudha Murty for her eloquent simplicity and profound moral insights, and Ruskin
Bond for his evocative nature descriptions and heartfelt tales. Manvik's journey promises a
dynamic future in literature.
Manvik Sethi
Insta ID – manviksethi
Book name: Pouring Poesy: A Poetic Paradise
Author Name: Durriya Sakarwala
Publication date: September 2025.
Book summary:
Pouring poesy is nothing but a poetic paradise that will transport you to a magical world of soulful lyrics and poetic devices. Poems have the power to evoke distinct feelings and help you discover life and yourself better. This book contains 30 entries written for National Poetry Writing Month, each based on a different prompt. It also has many other poems of different genres, penned for multiple contests and writing platforms. The book contains over eighty poems.
Delve into the cosmos of reverse poems, wrapped refrains, villanelle forms and find non-living objects coming to life, read a nursery rhyme distinctly, look into a freaky mirror, meet a girl who is possessed, or learn about nature, the beauty of simplicity, life goals, the journey of motherhood, speak to silences, or reflect on unsaid words and enjoy to take a pause and become a part of nothingness.
Find out about the message given out by the line messaging poem, or learn about Mumbai during the monsoons. Did you know about the power or beauty of the colour - black? Or simply about the emotions of a housewife in her kitchen? Turn the pages of this book to know more.
Poetry Winners Section.
3 Poetries by Dr Romila Chitturi.
Poem 1 - Joy Beneath the Lights.
The air grows cold, the year is late,
A sparkle hangs upon the gate.
The festive mood begins to climb,
It is the most awaited time.
The house is filled with pleasant smells,
Of ginger snaps and ringing bells.
The stockings hang in neat array,
Prepared for gifts that come today.
A deep, warm feeling starts to bloom,
Dispelling any trace of gloom.
Small, shining lights on every tree,
Reflect the happy sight we see.
The children gather, close and near,
Their eyes are wide, their minds are clear.
They think of wonders soon to find,
The treasures left for humankind.
They talk of how the reindeer fly,
Across the silent, starlit sky.
For every child, a magic name,
A legend whispered, true as flame.
It’s Santa Claus, the joyful king,
The hearty cheer his presence brings.
With a suit of red and snowy beard,
The jolliest man the world has heard.
He checks his list with a careful hand,
And travels over sea and land.
He climbs the roof, he slides below,
Upon a path of fresh white snow.
He leaves a box, a toy, a treat,
To make the morning truly sweet.
The paper rips with eager sound,
As laughter echoes all around.
Each ribbon curled, each bow undone,
The season's happiness has won.
A tiny gift, a gesture grand,
Held tightly in a small, warm hand.
This is the time for giving freely,
To show the love we feel sincerely.
No matter what the gift may be,
It means pure joy for you and me.
It is the spirit bright and bold,
More precious than a lump of gold.
The feast is laid, the family near,
No finer gathering all year.
A wave of peace, a gentle sigh,
Beneath the brightly shining sky.
The world slows down, the moments last,
The shadow of the year is past.
We hold the magic close and tight,
The wonder of Christmas night.
Poem 2 - Bookmarks.
You are the keeper, slim and slight,
A silent signal, day and night.
A patient friend of paper-thin,
You guard the door where worlds begin.
You rest within the open fold,
A tiny hero, brave and bold.
When weary eyes must turn away,
You mark the spot where thoughts did stray.
No dog-eared corner, cruel and bent,
But a graceful token, heaven-sent.
You save the reader from the loss,
And lightly settle where they cross.
You might be ribbon, silk and sleek,
Or simple paper, worn and meek.
A sturdy leather, rich and deep,
A lovely memory you keep.
Perhaps a card, with fading ink,
A moment where the readers think.
The book is closed, the moment done,
Until the new day has begun.
The spine is cracked, the cover neat,
You hold the place where stories meet.
The hand returns, the page is found,
You lift your head without a sound.
You are the pause, the little breath,
A brief escape from life and death.
The space between the things we know,
And how the larger tales will go.
A mental thread you keep intact,
Upon a perfect, chosen fact.
You carry all the narrative weight,
The point where I sealed my fate.
Or learned a lesson, sharp and true,
The chapter where the hero grew.
You hold the exact, precise location,
Of joy, or sorrow, or creation.
Through lands of myth and history's page,
You travel through each curious age.
From ancient Rome to distant star,
You know exactly where we are.
You sink your roots in fiction deep,
And secrets that the novels keep.
Your purpose is entirely plain,
To stop the start of work again.
A humble, necessary tool,
You follow every spoken rule.
A quiet life, a folded task,
The only help the reader asks.
You wait for months, sometimes for years,
While life proceeds and time appears.
To rush ahead, a winding track,
Until the moment we come back.
You never break your loyal trust,
Protecting pages from the dust.
O, little guardian, flat and small,
You answer every reading call.
A faithful servant, always near,
You banish all the searching fear.
The quiet guide within the book,
We owe you every knowing look.
3rd Poem - The Mighty Chocolate Cake.
The simple joy, the deep desire,
A love that sets my soul on fire.
It waits upon the porcelain plate,
A sweet, dark, lovely, fated treat.
No other food can claim this hold,
More precious than a story told.
It stands so rich, a velvet height,
A perfect, dark, delicious sight.
The layers rise, a gentle stack,
There is no wish to turn back.
The frosting is thick, a glossy sheen,
The greatest comfort ever seen.
The cocoa scent, so deep and strong,
Where I belong, where I belong.
A promise whispered to the air,
A momentary end to care.
It calls my name, I must obey,
To take a bite and seize the day.
The knife descends with gentle grace,
A silent smile upon my face.
The sound of cutting, soft and low,
The signal that it’s time to go.
To enter the world of bliss,
Sealed by a single, sugary kiss.
The first soft touch upon the tongue,
A perfect song that must be sung.
The bitter note, the sweetness bright,
A balance struck with pure delight.
It melts away, a creamy tide,
Where every hidden fault can hide.
I watch the crumbs fall on the cloth,
And swear I’d never share one jot.
This moment is for me alone,
A secret joy that I have known.
A childhood memory takes flight,
Of birthday candles, burning bright.
From simple squares to fancy torte,
You are the comfort I import.
No need for grand or complex guise,
You satisfy my eager eyes.
You mend the stress, you fix the mood,
The sweetest, richest, perfect food.
A second slice, perhaps I should,
Oh yes, of course, I surely would.
For moderation holds no sway,
When the chocolate cake is here today.
A dense, sweet slice, a final taste,
No single moment went to waste.
You are the truth, the lasting crave,
The sweet reward that I must have.
Until the very final bite,
You fill my hungry heart with light.
My steadfast love, my dark dessert,
You heal the pain, you soothe the hurt.
3 Poems by Poornima Sivaraman.
1st Poem Clapping.
Clapping before God
It is a gesture of gratitude,
Clapping when a newborn
Opens eyes to this world.
Clapping on birthdays
Fill homes with cheer,
Clapping when a new bride
Steps in with hope so clear.
Clapping for a child
Who shines with achievement.
Clapping at gatherings-
Be it joy or religious sentiment
A simple sound of the hand,
Yet it carries happiness
everywhere.
2nd Poem Friendship.
Friendship is
A bond that is
Sweet and trustworthy
It blossoms in
Childhood grows beautifully into
Elderly age.
To have many friends
It is a blessing.
And if one is lucky,
They stay forever.
My husband and I
Are among the lucky ones
To have friends-
Friends forever.
3rd Poem Greenery.
Looking out
Through the window,
The lush green view
Greets my eyes-
Mango leaves swaying,
A field stretching across,
And distant hills resting
Far away.
A soothing sight
In the early morning
All through the day.
Birds fly gently
From tree to tree,
And a quiet joy
Rises within me,
Filling the heart
With peace
1 Special Poem by Shweta Gupta.
Title - Being a Woman
Being a woman is not a piece of cake,
She prioritises your needs and always puts her feelings at stake.
Hither tither she goes, runs ahead of time,
To meet your deadlines at school or the office, her schedule is accordingly redefined.
If she has a headache, she puts on a balm and works,
If she is down with a fever, she pops a paracetamol without bothering others.
But still you question her capabilities, you judge her for being slow,
You criticise her forgettable memory, with taunts that treat her low.
A woman in the house is not a robot that can be recharged to function.
She is your wife, a mother, a daughter-in-law who is hungry for attention, appreciation and affection.
She is the pillar of the house, concrete to be a concrete wall against dangers too,
She adjusts to your dominance but expects a reasonable balance from you.
Yes! A woman is as complicated as a mathematical derivation,
But to keep her face enlightened with a smile, it's like 'Maggi' too simple.
If her emotions can be a flowing river, they can be a destructive storm,
She blooms like the rarest flower and is crafted with colours of fall.
Trust me! It's not difficult to reach her heart,
You don't need a manual to understand God's beautiful piece of art.
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