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Daily Verse
 

Week 1, October 2025

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Thresholds

By Vandana Garg, 6th October 2025

I never understood

A quiet, subtle, shifting ground

Where my joys become sorrows

Where my hopes are fragile

Where my fears are loud

Where my patience ends

And words freeze,

Where the darkness just began

I lost the sense of being me

A boundary appears

With coldest slogans of “yours” & “mine”

I have condemned  since beginning

The lines drawn and crossed

On the edge of the dear world

Where my mind is wild and free

I prefer to stand still on the Thresholds!

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The Quiet Before

by Bhavana Rathore, 7th October 2025

Beneath

hush of thoughts,

silence of an eclipsed mind paces-

Like those medieval paintings

serene, still, lost in time.

A moment

never to be retrieved,

endless-

this spiral, wherever I go.

 

By the brooks,

by the creeks,

unrest lingers in the calm

almost fading the bright of sun-

The sky cloaked in grey,

as if holding the storm

yet to begin.

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In between

By Concetta Pipia, 8th October 2025 

We linger in the space

where yesterday dissolves

and tomorrow is not yet.

A breath hangs between endings,

a foot poised above the unknown.

Nothing is settled, nothing certain,

and still the heart leans forward,

hungry for the shift,

thirsting for the moment

that folds one self into another.

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The Metaphysical portal

By Nivedita K, 10th October 2025

In the mysterious realm beyond human perception,

a threshold exists

        an invisible veil.

Here, thoughts dissolve into eternity

and the soul sights its own reflection in the nothingness.

 

When we step across, not with our feet but our consciousness,

we leave behind the confines of form

and enter a space where time bends

and the true essence of being exists.

 

Here, the boundary is no boundary at all.

There is only a gateway to limitless understanding,

a fleeting breath between the finite and the infinite.

Poet's Note: I have taken threshold to mean that elusive threshold that no living being knows about but one that we all must cross at some point in our life. A crossing of the threshold to Nothingness? Infinity? Rebirth? Heaven? Hell? The answers remain ever elusive, and it is this elusiveness I have tried to capture by showing how it is our soul that crosses over this threshold and sees nothingness and infinity and the finite.

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Poems

By Vijay Prasad, 9th October 2025

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another season -

i am at the mercy

of the body

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new season

little left to say

anyway

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threshold : not the entire of me crosses 

Biographies of Poets

Vandana Garg is a Chandigarh-based poet who loves to read and write poetry

Bhawana Rathore is a student and a haiku enthusiast, deeply interested in literature and human sciences. She dedicates her poetry to her late grandparents. Her work has been published in some of the haiku anthologies and online haiku journals, including tsuri-dōrō, BONES, Cattails, Prune Juice, Failed Haiku, Femku, Chrysanthemum, Under the Basho etc. She finds happiness in simplicity of life. She writes here- https://aswordsfly.com/

Concetta Pipia, born and raised in New York City, writes fiction, nonfiction, poetry, and prose that linger in the spaces between memory and imagination, capturing the quiet pulse of human experience. Her work has appeared in international anthologies and literary magazines, including "The Raven’s Perch," (2023), "The Wise Owl," (2023), "The Wise Owl’s Daily Verses," (2024, 2025), "The Suffolk County Poetry Review," (2024, 2025), "Summer Sashays" (2025), and the online daily newspaper "Different Truths" (2024, 2025). She co-edited the anthology "Seasons of Change: Reflecting Today, Dreaming Tomorrow," (2024). A graduate of Parsons, Touro University School of Law, and the University of Phoenix, she is also a certified well-life coach, blending insight and artistry in her writing and practice.

Nivedita Karthik is a graduate in Immunology from the University of Oxford and a professional Bharatanatyam dancer. Her work has been published in various online and print poetry magazines and anthologies, both nationally and internationally. She has three poetry books to her credit – She: The Reality of Womanhood, The Many Moods of Water, and Pa(i)red Poetry. Her profile showcasing her use of poetry to address pertinent issues was featured in Lifestyle Magazine

Vijay Prasad is a poet from Patna, India. He is disappointingly interested in life. He has a passion for haiku, language, philosophy, and so on ... He is published in Bones, Under the Basho, tinywords, Failed Haiku, The Mumba Journal, Haiku Dialogue, Prune Juice, among others.

Week 2, October 2025

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Threshold breath

By Sabyasachi Roy, 13th October 2025

the porch light hums like an old fridge

moths memorize the smear of warm glass.

you stand in socks with holes, bazaar-sock bold,

holding a cup of burnt popcorn and summer’s last beer.

there’s a crack of cold at the lip of the door—

not wind, not polite. a small theft.

you hesitate. shoes on, shoes off, who knows.

the neighbor’s radio counts down to nothing.

a moth bangs its head until it stops.

you close the door because you always close the door.

inside, the kettle ticks like a heart you used to own.

in the dark, the house keeps all the exits it borrowed.

But, Between the Rows-

they hauled the last sacks at noon, sun like a waiting apology.

old men spat seeds into their palms and measured silence.

you touch the last corn stalk — it’s brittle as forgetting.

the field is a mouth, half-shut, chewing on the year.

children play at the edge, daring the sky to fall.

they say step over the furrow and something older will notice.

you fold your shirt, again—a ritual of leaving things neat.

your hands smell of rope and lemon soap;

someone laughs, wrong note.

there is a path you never took, weeded by the wind.

you walk it anyway because grief is a stubborn map.

by the fence, the scarecrow has borrowed your face for a night.

you wave. the scarecrow waves better.

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Poems

By Kavita Ratna, 14th October 2025

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ICU…

the aroma of coffee

arrives,

with each visitor

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bulldozer rumble…

her calendar god

hangs by a thread

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a barbed fence

draped in honeysuckle

ceasefire 

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Poems

By Joanna Ashwell, 15th October 2025

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Key

I leave the door ajar

for your heart

to find some light

 

every nightbird

sings of love

 

whispers echo

come inside, come inside

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Dreams

the liminal hours

moonset

ignites a wish

 

turning back to me

the certainty

of soul fire

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Beginning

 one ruby slipper

left on a rung

mid-journey

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October: Threshold of Change

By Ritu Kamra Kumar, 16th October 2025

When summer’s song retreats with faint farewell,

And autumn’s amber torch begins to glow,

October weaves her wistful, winsome spell,

A bridge where waning winds of memory blow.

 

She clothes the trees in cloaks of crimson flame,

Yet whispers winter’s will with frosted breath;

Her beauty blooms, but knows it cannot claim

Escape from time’s inevitable death.

 

The orchards sigh, the fading flowers dream,

While clouds, like pilgrims, drift across the skies;

Her days are gilded, yet her nights redeem

The heart with hope, though shadows slowly rise.

 

O Threshold month, thou teachest souls to see,

That change is loss—yet loss births legacy

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Darkwing

By Sandeep Chauhan, 17th October 2025

fallen paulownia
ants crossing
the temple step

 

Who says October ends only in withering?
Along the bridge, the cold wind carries the last blossoms to the railing.
Dragonflies keep stitching light across the stream.
A carp breaks from dark water, carrying leaves outward into sudden brightness.
Ginkgo coins scatter across the stones as if the month measured itself in gold.
Overhead, wild geese cross the span.
The air bends into another shape.
The river bears both petal and husk.
The season withers in one gesture and repairs in the next.

first frost
an empty boat drifts
toward the pier

Biographies of Poets

Sabyasachi Roy is an academic writer, poet, artist, and photographer. His poetry has appeared in Viridine Literary, The Broken Spine, Stand, Poetry Salzburg Review, The Potomac, and more. He contributes craft essays to Authors Publish and has a cover image in Sanctuary Asia. His oil paintings have been published in The Hooghly Review.

Kavita Ratna is a children's rights activist, poet and a theatre enthusiast. 'Sea Glass' and 'Every peck a rainbow' are her two poetry collections, both published by Red River. Her poems have appeared in The Kali Project: Invoking the Goddess within, Presence, Asahi Shimbun, Under the Basho, Muse India, The Wise Owl, haikuKATHA, Haiku in Action, the Mamba -Journal of Africa Haiku Network, Black and white haiga, the Cold Moon Journal, Five Fleas Itchy poetry, the Haiku Dialogue, Stardust Haiku, LEAF (Journal of The Daily Haiku), and several others. She was on the Haiku panel at the Glass House Poetry Festival, Bangalore, 2024 and the Mysore Literature Festival, 2024. She is also a Pushcart Prize nominee, 2023 and a Touchstone Award nominee, 2024.

Joanna Ashwell is a short form poet (from the UK) who writes Haiku, Tanka, Haibun, Cherita and other related forms.  She has published four collections of poetry.  Between Moonlight a collection of haiku was published by Hub Editions in 2006.  Her tanka collection ‘Every Star’ was published by KDP on Amazon in 2023.  Her Cherita collection ‘River Lanterns’ was published by 1-2-3 Press on Amazon in 2023 and two further Cherita collections are available on Amazon, Moonset Song (2024) and Love’s Scriptures (2025).  She currently serves on the selection team for the Canadian Tanka Journal GUSTS.

Dr. Ritu Kamra Kumar, Retd. Officiating Principal and Associate Professor of English at MLN College, Yamuna Nagar, is an acclaimed academician, poet, and writer. With over 400 contributions to leading national newspapers and magazines, she has published 70+ research papers in reputed national and international journals and edited books. A noted resource person and speaker, she has led workshops and panel discussions nationwide, including at the Delhi Book Fair 2024. Honoured by the District Administration and featured as an Empowered Woman by The Hindustan Times, she is a recipient of the Indian Woman Achiever Award and has authored eight acclaimed books.

Born into a literary family in Punjab, India, Sandip Chauhan holds a PhD in Punjabi literature. Currently residing in Northern Virginia, USA, she pursues a career as a bank regulator in the federal government. Chauhan has contributed to three haiku anthologies: "In One Breath: A Haiku Moment," co-edited by her; "Kokil Anmb Sunhavi Bole" (The Sweet Song of Koel Bird from the Mango Tree); and "Beyond the Fields," a trilingual haiku collection in English, Punjabi, and Hindi. Additionally, she authored "Sprouting Grass," a haiku poetry collection. With a deep passion for Japanese haiku, Chauhan finds joy in expressing herself through writing poetry in her mother tongue, Punjabi.

Week 3, October 2025

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On the threshold

By Ketaki Mazumdar 21st October 2025

Two tender green banana plants decorated 

the doorway to her new home…

She paused at the threshold

a Bengali bride slightly nervous

head covered, gold bangles jingling

a gold chain necklace, chandbala earrings…

the parting in her black hair filled with vermillion sindoor…

She stood…

holding a wriggling fish wrapped thankfully

with a red towel…

laughter, instructions, children rushing around..

she stood…apprehensive…

before stepping on to a thaal of red alta…

trying not to let her sari slip down…

waiting for a clay pot of fresh milk… to boil over…

smoke swirled…it seemed endless…

the conch shell was blown at last as the milk boiled over

depicting the abundance the new bride brought in with Her..

the fish wriggling in Her shaky fingers …  sign of new life and fertility…

 

She stood at the threshold and finally

stepped out and tipped a mud pot of rice with her toe, daintily,

rice cascaded out

symbolically bringing in more abundance to her household,

promising to cook and care…

 

In crossing of the threshold

she left her red footsteps…surrogate of goddess Laxmi…

stepping in,

bringing in abundance, fertility and prosperity…

 

A thousand bemused thoughts spinning 

amidst laughter, reassurance and blessings

she crossed the threshold smiling…

welcomed with a tilak chandan aarti …

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Poems

By Mona Bedi, 22nd October 2025

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new bride
henna stained feet
falter at the doorstep 

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autumn’s threshold
a lone leaf drifts away
in the breeze

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last breath
dad’s silent crossing
to the other side

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In-betweens

By Snigdha Agrawal, 23rd October 2026

in the pause between listening…

there is a quiet
that pays closer attention
more than any noise could handle.

 

there is more than emptiness…
in this pause
the lung’s quiet gratitude
of a life ticking thus far

 

it is a place of trust,
where invisible roots grow,
allowing the unknown
to hold one’s shaking hands.

these pauses, fragile yet fierce,
are thresholds:
reminding us to embrace change
one heartbeat at a time.

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Poems

By Belinda Behne, 24th October 2025

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your warmth

so tender next to me

each night-

and then the gift

of another day

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a quiet moment

bathed in sunlight

sharing morning tea

notes of cinnamon and clove

dance through the room

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we find a woodland path

wide enough

for a wheelchair

brilliant crimsons and golds

lift us into the sky

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Where Day forgets, and Night remembers 

By Mehak Varun 27th October, 2025

Day opens the eyes,

a river of light

that pushes us outward—

into movement,

into wanting,

into the noise of living.

 

It carries us,

sometimes gently,

sometimes with a force

that burns the skin of time.

In its glare we dream of beginning,

we carve names into the air,

we believe that what we touch

might stay.

 

Night closes them,

a sea of dark

that pulls us inward—

into silence,

into memory,

into the weight of what cannot be spoken.

 

It holds us,

sometimes kindly,

sometimes with shadows

that press against the ribs.

In its hush we hear

the echo of our own pulse,

the soft confession of stars,

the truth that longing

is a form of prayer.

 

Day is the body reaching.

Night is the soul listening.

And between them—

the threshold.

 

That trembling hour

when the horizon forgets its name,

when the sky is neither flame nor ash,

when we stand inside both—

and feel ourselves stretched

between the beginning and the end.

 

Here,

in the tender seam of time,

we are reminded:

we are more than dust,

we are more than breath.

We are the question

day and night keep asking

of each other.

Biographies of Poets

Ketaki Mazumdar has received a number of accolades for her books Woodsmoke and Embers and Toasted Orange Embers. She was judged no.23 amongst the “Top 50 Most Influential Authors of 2021” by Delhi Wire. She was honoured as “Poet of the Year 2022” and “Poet of the Year 2024”, by Ukiyoto Publishing. She was awarded “The Creative Author” by Maharishi Vedvyas International Award for Books, by Poiesisonline. She has won the “Indian Women Achievers Award” and the “Best Poetry Book (English)” from Asian Literary Society at their 5th Lit Fest 2023 and was the recipient of the prestigious “Emily Dickenson Award 2

Snigdha Agrawal (née Banerjee), a septuagenarian writer based in Bangalore, India, was raised in a cosmopolitan environment that offered her a rich blend of Eastern and Western cultural influences. Educated in Loreto institutions under the guidance of Irish nuns, she developed a deep appreciation for literature and the written word from an early age.

Santosh Bakaya is a Ph.D., a poet, essayist, novelist, biographer, Tedx speaker and has authored as many as twenty-three books across different genres. She is the Winner of Reuel International Award for poetry [2014] and Setu Award for her stellar contribution to world literature [2018]. She has been acclaimed for her poetic biography of Mahatma Gandhi, Ballad of Bapu.  Her biography on Martin Luther King Jr. Only in Darkness can you see the Stars has also been critically acclaimed.  Her latest book is Runcible Spoons and Pea-green Boats. She pens a weekly column called Morning Meanderings in Learning and Creativity. Com.

Belinda Behne grew up in the midwest, but she has spent most of her adult life in the vibrant culture of New York City. Her first career, as a teacher of special education, led her to the love of art, literature and theatre. She has pursued her passions of acting, writing poetry and performing professional voice-overs for more than three decades. She currently lives on the edge of a salt marsh where life continues to inspire her in new ways. Her poems can be found in LEAF, The Wise Owl, Cold Moon, Folk Ku, Enchanted Garden, Shadow Pond and Drifting Sands.

Mehak Varun is an upcoming poet based in Chandigarh

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