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By Devi S. Devi

Smitha heard the dulcet voice coming from beyond the warm weather and the blinding pain in her heart. 

By Deepti Prakash

What if I cut you out?
Cleave through the layer 
of gristle, shave off the arteries.

By Hetal Kamani

For a day, I love the colour pink- I’m not a feminist however, I feel pink to be healthy! It is bright, it is bubbly! 

By Molly Verma

I made her climb that chair. I stood there still, because I knew every strength in her life was dead; her world had fallen apart.

By GURLEEN KAUR

I woke up being indulged
cleaning teeth up,
in the presence of a mirror.

By Bijayalaxmi Das

I woke in a room,
gushing in white,
from the bedsheet to the curtains,
to the blinding sunlight.

By Manna Subba

They yelled, "he is too timid, he'll never survive alone,
Four years have passed, they still yell at him with the same tone.

By Md. Shaukat Uddin

Dad:
With the seeds
Of his sacrifice

By Nishant Gang

By Vinaya Iyer

Social media- indulgence
The new drug that draws me in
The one which has fresh victims

By Kshitija Jadhav

The sky was covered in various shades of orange as I sat there staring at the horizon. Even after seeing it almost everyday...

By Aditya Lakshmi

One of my friends had sketched an illustration of me, sleeping under a rainbow-coloured blanket.

By Prathibha Jacob

Diary can be your dearest friend, if you let it be. Diary can be an excellent listener, if you don’t hold back. 

By Bhaskar Choudhary

When I was twelve, I hadn’t learnt the lessons of gender yet. I wasn’t even aware that something called puberty existed. 

By Vinay Vashisht

The clouds scud across the sky,
Unorganized and dark,
Embedded with dust and licked oceans

By Anjan Bhandari

a budding flower, breathing it's space
the innocent mind, an empty place

By CHERIL YOGI

The eastern sky grew darker, the soft radiance of incandescent light reflects through window pane.

By Diksha Johri

I am wounded.
Oh! yes! I am hurt.
I need my imagination to work

By Suhani Rathi

Here I lay abandoned,
on the wrong side of the road,
feeling the loss of someone,
who was my light before

By Aabha Misra

Addiction fails infront of her eyes,
Breakup - the story of my demise

By Urvashi Saluja

The sound of solitude the most scares me,
Pinches and hurts me painfully.

By Priyanka Soam

I feel like it's a rainy day
my aspects are torn asunder consuming the pain

By ANN RIA

Humanity is as the seven oceanic bodies—separate but fused with no visible boundaries, made of living souls, each with a beautifully beating heart. 

By Shreyas Ghosh

Metal chains dragging along his feet screeching the side of the walls, 
in the passage leading to his nightmare’s seat.

By Kanishka Jha

Years and years, I have waited for serendipity,
In search of my true identity.

By Maira Khan

I was on my way back home as I was late while returning from office. The sky was dull and full of thunderous, dark and rough clouds. 

By Sai Kiran Kar

'i' is an image
an identity for people to recognise
a definite personality as we know

By Sakina Husain

Who says, I am not happy! 
Of nothing, I am deprived. 

By  Ravinder Kaur Sokhi

You are the living hell.
Where have you drowned yourself?