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By Prerna Athreya

On that stormy night, Heer decided to venture out. She had been longing for the weather to dramatically transform

By Padmasandhya S

A reflection,
Tear-stained and smiling,
Hiding the screams

By Shivani Kshirsagar

A person`s identity is like make-up, because it has so many layers! We appear in various forms to the outside world. 

By Vaishali Sharma

Bemoaning for the souls cry,
Wondering how far thee can go searching without a sigh?

By Namrata Pandit

My hair sways to my whims
The guys love it when it falls over shoulders
The pretty girls like to ruffle my hair

By Ananya Singh

The first puff was
a gist of desire,
the second one was

By Kiran Bhardwaj Kiran

Black clouds were floating in the dark sky, but on the ground, Rohini clubhouse was full of merriment.

By Gauri Tahmankar

Today once again I felt that pain in my chest
Realising I am not at all making any progress but creating a mess

By Eileen Kerketta

As I mourn and weep in midnight,
my body turns cold and hugs the gloomy darkness.

By Ria Chakraborty

At fourteen, I peered at my parents clasping the dog-eared letters
from the homeland with a searing yearning, grieving for a bustling town

By Shashwat Dubey

Yesterday I was having a conversation with Samarth, my close friend, where I was just cursing the teacher who punished me

By Kanika Sharma

Watching fiction, 
With deteriorating diction

By Arsch Sharma

Pihu crouched close to the earth watching the flies walk in circles, closer and closer to the jaggery. It was a hot, languid June afternoon

By Geetanjali Raj

We are both holding our cup of truth. As I took a sip from mine and you took from yours. I saw the fire burning in your eyes. 

By Drishty kumar

Every night she sneaks away from him
To find a sound place
To show some love to herself 

By Srishti Aishwarya Shrivastava

I choose to be in Guatemala 
Near the white wall
And rustic blue table 

By Sarthak Chaturvedi

There he sat, 
The boy in the corner. 
Before fading with the dispersal bell

By ARATRIKA  CHAKRABORTY

The Aadhar Card is the primary identification document in India. I had an Aadhar card which specified my identity but when I first joined high school...

By Adyasha Kar

I trace my fingers across the red vessels
Of the fittonia plant,
Just the way I draw lines against my veins....

By Mustansir Sadriwala

Cigarettes lying down on the floor,
And the sky darker than my smoke

By Anjali Lal

The bright shadows
Followed me everywhere
And I knew I would
Meet you somewhere

By Ankita Saikia

This feeling. 
It's toxic. It's slow homicide.
Feeling dead inside.

By Sridevi Sudheer Nair

I glanced through the room,
In hope of seeing him again.

By Chahat Arora

French is not my language but I'm a student who's on a break!
When I go to work I don't go to bake.

By Vaishnavi Tyagi

He stared at the short mirror and didn’t see himself. You wouldn’t realize how fleetingly we take the moment we are able to recognize ourselves

By Iqra Fatima

A potential ruined.

A constant reminder of his workaholic mother’s first alcoholic mistake. 

By  Yogatrayee Adhikari

Catastrophic and apocalyptic
Wrapped in evil sheath

By Raghav Ravi

To love, or not to love,
be it straight or a bent curve

By Souled Out Words 

Abhi is his name, and he lived upto the meaning. Being strong, with a big smile for the outer world, but within his mind, he was ruptured.

By Sharanya  P Harish

Eight in a circle, 
Empty bottles on the floor,
Incomplete sentences,
Interrupted giggles and laughters