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My Diadem of Death

My Diadem of Death

By Shireen Khan

And all the alarms are blaring 
and red lights glaring

Notes from In-between

Notes from In-between

By Ria Chowdhury

My falling journey you don't want to remember, 
You don't want to write stories for your children. 

 

The Snip

The Snip

By Aarushi Krishnan

‘The village grandma will get Snipped before you do!’ It was as real to us as ghosts or monsters were. 

Urban Dreamscapes

Urban Dreamscapes

By Anagha Smrithi 

the evening powders into violet dust,

the sun is distant & dizzy

A Reverie

A Reverie

By Rohan A

As I sit in a corner of my room
smoking the final joint of the day

The Quill

The Quill

By Prakriti Basu

They dream while they sleep
When all are but breathing corpses

The Wife's Lamp

The Wife's Lamp

By Ayesha Ahmed

Kishen breathed out, dejected, as he sat in his veranda basking in the heavily fallen moonlight.

A terror less dawn

A terror less dawn

By Akshaya Pawaskar

Seeing in the dark of the dusk
Something bandaged and healing

A Fish Tale

A Fish Tale

By Nayanthara S

Meanwhile, catastrophic images flashed across the T.V. screen. There was mayhem and devastation all around...

Never gave in

Never gave in

By Shree Niveditha K

while the cloth covering my chest
shreds into pieces and falls down in...

Airplanes

Airplanes

By Anish Malpani

These giant human-made birds,
These titanium toys that that still light up my eyes

No Place Like Home

No Place Like Home

By Shagun Marwah

I hope that someday, you will understand why I had to do this. 
For now, take care of yourselves.

'Don't Look At Her'

'Don't Look At Her'

By Akanksha Patra

He constantly fell sick every other day and thus, employed his daughter in his place. Her name was, Jyotini.

The Beast that Lurks Within

The Beast that Lurks Within

By Natalia Nazeem Ahmed

This story revolves around a young woman, a haunted man, and their intertwined fate. Her name was Belle.

Silence

Silence

By Sriharsh Bhyravajjula

The trapdoor at the back has a rusted lock and a missing screw, and the only tools I have are...

The Pink Umbrella

The Pink Umbrella

By Kirthika Vijayakumar

Inside, a weary-looking man stood sipping tea, awaiting his last customers for the day. 

Broken Wings

Broken Wings

By Narisa Wahlang

Ashley lay on the lush green grass enjoying the warm winter sun and the soft chilly breeze that brushed against her face

Westwards

Westwards

By Hina Naela

A gentle breeze blew across the rooftop, ruffling my hair. I hopped on to the boundary and swung my legs

 

A fractured life

A fractured life

By Pritika Rao

Nobody knows how to look at her anymore. She walks down the street to a dark blue wooden ironing cart

A Warm Cuddle

A Warm Cuddle

By Lakshya Singh

I tighten my hands around her neck, 
We coo and cuddle as languished crows 

My Dear Child

My Dear Child

By Samra Khan

Your first steps, your first cry,
Hatchlings drop before they fly.

UNHOLY

UNHOLY

By Namrada Varshini

the holy place of God,
hanging my head in shame

Black Pearl

Black Pearl

By Utkarsha Anwekar

She used to speak in tongues of the sea,
Harpoon-edge in her voice hidden deep

A Widow's Veil

A Widow's Veil

By Rakshita Gupta

And draws something on my hand
Holding my destiny under the veils of her shroud.

I am always running

I am always running

By Muskaan Mittal

as panic floods my parched being,
an army of ants bent on conquest

Ādyant - Beginning and End

Ādyant - Beginning and End

By Arpit Vaishnavi

The rattling winds were colliding with the window panes and the rain was pouring down in sheets. 

A STRING OF BLUE PEARLS

A STRING OF BLUE PEARLS

By Rashmi Sharma

Its shine & its piercing blue of royalty
My teary eyes smiled again.

 

Attires Of Heaven

Attires Of Heaven

By Anastasia Hugh

And damask roses
With promises unkept and broke...
Red

Red

By Kajolee Rahate

While she stood there ,

Admiring the beauty of her dress...

Flame

Flame

By Suhani Rathi

Living in a house turned gallery
I find more meaning in abstracts...