Our Story
Siyahi was born in a living room fragrant with coffee, hummus, and the courage of words. Friends gathered, pages opened, and poems—our own and borrowed—spilled into the air without agenda, like rain that doesn’t ask permission before it falls. In Amritsar, where poetry had no roof to call its own, I stitched together a small shelter—first for a handful of voices, then for many.
What began around a coffee table has grown into a hearth, where Urdu, Hindi, Punjabi, and English sit side by side like old companions. Here, rhyme and meter are not gatekeepers; love is. Siahi is a home for poems and poets alike—for those who write, those who listen, those who are still learning how to name their silences. It is not about perfection. It is about presence. A safe space where words are enough, and being heard is everything