Antara

A home for poetry,
and the people who make it.

Share what you write, read what moves you, and find the poets who inspire you. Writing, reading, reciting, and talking about poems, all in one place.

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A look inside

Shakespeare's Sonnet 18 in the reader, long lines wrapping under a hanging indent.
Every line where the poet put it.
Ghalib's ghazal in Devanagari.
Read it in the poet's script. Add your own translation.
The Poems tab, with Ghalib, Faiz, Shakespeare, and Whitman.
Poems in English, Hindi, and Urdu.
Logging a read of Ghalib's ghazal, with four stars.
Log what you read, and what you thought.
The recorder, with Sonnet 18 on screen.
Read it aloud. Let others follow along.
The Write tab, listing the forms a new poem can take.
Ghazal, nazm, sonnet, free verse, haiku.
Sonnet 18 in the black theme.
Black for reading at night.

What you can do

Share your poems

Write in a composer made for poetry, keep drafts until they are ready, and publish to everyone or just your followers.

Find your people

Follow poets and readers, respond to the poems you love, and see what the people you follow are reading and writing.

Get inspired

Reading guides and featured poems picked by editors, and lists made by other readers, to take you somewhere new.

Keep a reading diary

Log what you read, review it, highlight the lines that stay with you, and make lists to share.

Hear it aloud

Record yourself reciting a poem and let listeners follow along, line by line.

Translate

Translate a poem and read it beside the original, lined up line by line.

Every language, every script

Read a poem in the language it was written in, in the script you know best.

English

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Roman

burā jo dekhan maiñ chalā, burā na miliyā koy

jo dil khojā āpnā, mujh-sā burā na koy

Devanagari

बुरा जो देखन मैं चला, बुरा न मिलिया कोय।

जो दिल खोजा आपना, मुझसा बुरा न कोय॥

Roman

hazāroñ ḳhvāhisheñ aisī ki har ḳhvāhish pe dam nikle

bahut nikle mire armān lekin phir bhī kam nikle

Devanagari

हज़ारों ख़्वाहिशें ऐसी कि हर ख़्वाहिश पे दम निकले

बहुत निकले मिरे अरमान लेकिन फिर भी कम निकले

Nastaliq

ہزاروں خواہشیں ایسی کہ ہر خواہش پہ دم نکلے

بہت نکلے مرے ارمان لیکن پھر بھی کم نکلے

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