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By EVANGELIN YEEDA
Once there was a man called DARIOUS,Born in a family which is Virtuous,Grew up well as Righteous.
By Neha Kumari Jena
Self destruction results in two outcomes . Either you die and bury yourself or take birth from it .
By Anjali Gupta
By Manisha Shrestha
There it is again -the mirror, staring at my void.I look, and look away.
By Sarah Abbas
One who had a tender heart,One who was talented and smart,
By Susan Vaisian
Trifling fingers, exploring without graspSearching mother's bosom, mouth failing to clasp.
By Upashna Singh
The haggard Raven croaks perched on a distant tree.Is it morn or eve?Lips parched, some Adams Ale would seal the cracks.
By Reemanshi Yukta
My shades of greyExasperated I feel,Trapped amidst the chaos I never wanted to deal.
By Niladri Chattopadhyay
He loved to fly kites. Even he could make them. They said he could make the kites talk and the paper-dots, up in the sky..
By Chyra Rose Luiz
A chubby face, a toothless grinAn ignorant heart lies withinHand prints and footprints across the porch
By GEORGE THALIATH
My lips uttered: “On a Journey”,my stalwart mind repeated, it’s “on a journey”a well-defined destination is waiting.
By Keerthana Ramamoorthy
I hate my body,not because I don't look beautifulor the rape culturewhat my country holds
By Smriti Pradhan
When we are born we get identity by our name given by our parents. Our name becomes our identity until we define ourselves in this world.
By Anahita Rangreji
Dear man, Do not restrict me to the curves of my body,My mind is a gold mine
By Mandavi Choudhary
Lighter than AirO’er the clouds,Waltzing alone amidst the bluest skies,She floated with her chin and head up, lighter than air
By Snehil
Dr. Knight looked around the huge studio apartment he was sitting in. There were three cupboards filled with books on his left hand side.
By Apoorva Singh
As I’m lying on my bed, trying to soothe my unquenchable thirst for social media consumption, my mom is out there in the 1800s
By Ananya Saini
The sand was slipping through her fingers,She couldn't hold the petals together.
By Saumya Wafa
I was always wondering about just one little questionEver since I was a kid enough
By Pooja D. Raina
You say its love.If its love, why can’t I breathe?Why don’t I feel loved?Why do your actions say otherwise?
By Aradhana Dube
As long as I can recall,Standing among my classmates,I weighed the most in the student hall,But it did not bother me at all.
By revathi raghavan
A paradox exists in the chasm that lies between habits and addiction . The rickety bridge that crosses the cavernous gap, is called indulgence.
By Ranjana Chakraborty
In the world of narrow mindednessWhy I am consider as a taboo?
By Payal Priya
“Talk, talk , talk”, they shoutAnd turn and leave And not a word is uttered.
By Mrugshitr Bansal
She smiled and said, ‘Let me lay out another case for you. And then you yourself answer me.’
By Rutuja Shelke
As a kid I had always been fascinated by the ocean and its magnificent waves. Looking at it from the hilltop
By Dipti .S
When it comes to pushing the self-destruct button normally people find it easier than to undergo. But what they don't think about.....
By Shubhanshi Bajpai
Clouds roaring loudmost of them ask to repent,they knew her people would recent.cloud's roaring loud
