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By Angana Mondal

The Mehra villa was bathed in golden lights like a newlywed bride. Guests with shimmering faces bustled about the tented courtyard....

By  Anant Pathak

What am I?
What at all is in the present?
Staring into the skies, at all the twinkling past.

By Kalyan George

By Kashish Sharma 

I live inside my own mind,
And call myself the King of the universe.

By Arshi Alvi

If you think she is not your soulmate anymore,
If you struggle to find interest in her fables told,
If you want her for your needs alone.

By Shefali Joshi

Sometimes to realise the true worth of ourselves, we need to stop all the things which which stop us from doing so

By PANKHURI  KUMARI

Learning the meaning of the term after a certain age
Trueness of being who you are

By Mitushi Mehndiratta

In the hustle and bustle of the railway station where a war was about to begin, a war between life and death there sat an eighteen year old girl 

By Aishwarya Chodankar

One day I stumbled upon living and then suddenly came across something.
Life is an aura of boundless beauty....

By Vandita Shukla

My Identity
The world is an endless haven
To creatures in myriads. 

By Aditi Kaur

They told me that I am polite
that it sure is a desirable trait,
but when I walked by the stream at night 

By Kavya Srivastava

“In order to understand, I destroyed myself” 
– A self-destructive person.

By Kuheli Bhattacharya

Me being strong 
Has gone on for long

By Kiran Poojary

What's my Identity? A Daddy's girl or a Mamma’s princess or just an independent woman!

By Sweety Bora

Once upon a time, I was a little boy;
My parents just adored me, I was their bundle of joy.

By Angelina Dash

The car stopped in the driveway and he checked the time. After a moment of deliberation, he stepped out and rang the doorbell.

By Meghna Singh

passion, perseverance, devotion
lie back in my rucksack
slumber, fear, fog & oblivion

By Alekhya Valleru

The lure of childhood so long gone ; Why does it tug at me like an endless drone
The hope of return for days gone past; 

By Mrigesh Rajan Preom

I first saw it in my father’s hand
It sparkled with life and provided the same

By Rose Merlin John

I've lived as a child with the older and wise that nurtured my mind and my soul.
I've lived as an adult among my friends and foes

By Vishakha Singh 

The most outrageous question in the world:
"Can you describe yourself in one word?"

By KEESHA KUMAR

People just don’t understɑnd thɑt my scɑrs ɑre ɑ pɑrt of whɑt mɑke me who I ɑm,
I mɑy hɑve creɑted them out of foolishness

By Shuchita Tripathi

With eyes shut, I smell the silvery hue 
Against an engulfing darkness, a dancing phantom

By  Anushka Chandak

“Paint with your fingers”, the therapist said. There was no canvas, no paint and no brushes with me; 

By Shweta Desai

You were a wave, and I was a jellyfish,
hidden in your folds, poised and venomous.

By Shanice Castelino

So, little and tiny, empty and small,
vague and not happy at all.

By Swati Koul

We, the generation of -
you-have-it-easier-than-us;
have to tip toe our way to help,
have to shush up our cries.

By Manisha Pant

Wide range of cocktails , shining out bright in the bar;
Beers, wines and liquors; followed by salted chips in the jar.

By Hoshika Agarwal

The four walls were bleeding ,
Voices from inside the pillow were pleading

By Shiba Khatoon

Fierce yet harmless, strong yet tender, overly curious and restless, the tiger cub ran deep into the Jungle.