Heena Joshi
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Worked with The Times Of India and Hindustan Times as journalist. Author of "The Talking Stories". Editor of few anthologies. Performer of poetries. Book lover. Instapoet.
- I Am The FingerI Am The FingerHeena Joshi · 1 min read · 448 readsBut I am the biggest finger, Unscatched, Unfathomable, With hopes bright and afloat. I never drown with power, Since I give the vote.Comedy
- Matter Of BeautyMatter Of BeautyHeena Joshi · 1 min read · 180 readsA word divine, A pious crime.Abstract
- Hospital Of SinsHospital Of SinsHeena Joshi · 1 min read · 500 readsOne day my karma felt sick. Little grumbling stomach, Out of abuse. Bit of nausea, Out of rejection.Abstract
- In An Alternate UniverseIn An Alternate UniverseHeena Joshi · 1 min read · 200 readsThe death, the scars, Are better than stars. For one is dead, And others make one dead. And dead things, Don't speak,Others
- Dreams And HopesDreams And HopesHeena Joshi · 1 min read · 298 readsMay be because, Dreams may dissipate, But hopes always compensate.Others
- DefeatDefeatHeena Joshi · 1 min read · 263 readsA defeat is never a loss.Inspirational
- The Ad On MotherhoodThe Ad On MotherhoodHeena Joshi · 1 min read · 270 readsThough the ads keep playing tournament, In newsapapers, As advertisements. One such ad, caught my eyes.Drama
- The Elephants Of DesireThe Elephants Of DesireHeena Joshi · 1 min read · 286 readsThis poem shows war with elephants.Drama
- The But of ChildhoodThe But of ChildhoodHeena Joshi · 1 min read · 160 readsChildhood grows and turns to teens, Children may loose innocence, But not the self esteem. Teen or adult, Childhood always reverts, In every age and every pulse, With all the innocense, will power and rut, Childhood is better known as gut, And when the age covers, The innocent wonders, It's the 'but' of childhood, Which stays, and keeps repeating in loop.Abstract
- Mockery of IntrospectionMockery of IntrospectionHeena Joshi · 1 min read · 262 readsNever did any pebble thought, That being a stone, Was something to opt. So they lived, stayed where they were. Mocking all those, Whose quest they could not conquer. Sometimes no reaction, Is the best reaction. And with this thought, I patted my introspection, For once again, Going against the wind, And combating the season.Abstract
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