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By Kanika Singh

Have you ever had the realization? The one where you lie face first on the floor thinking, “I'm only one of 8 billion. Like wow.

By Sakshi Kumar

I stand 
In front of the mirror
All sixty inches of me

By Samarth Singh Ashiya

You and I, are like a lullaby,
You cuddled underneath the blanket with your lips sputtering

By  Tamanna Bangthai

A heart full of dreams,
Words filled with hope,
Forever wishing on a star;
To shine like a queen.

By Deepika M

Soul inside me wanders in opposite directions,
While the vision flows towards crazy fascinations

By Sebin James

Years have been unkind to my dead weight and its splintered flesh;
He wakes up bruised and battered, gets all worked up on purpose.

By Shruti Kalita

There bides a torment inside
Deep and entrenched, doesn’t hint to subside...

By Parul Sappati

The darkness that I had within did the fueling for my self-destruction. By “darkness” I don’t mean the urge to kill someone

By Surabhi K

To live a full and fulfilling life and to finally embrace death as a friend instead of jumping to suicide

By Nivedita Baraily

Our bodies make music.
It rises and falls in a beat.

By Shailee Rajak

On my 20th birthday
I started coveting
Those store-bought dreams

By Tejala Valluri 

I wish I hadn't lived my childhood in a protective bubble,
and had been the kid who would often get into trouble.

By Annapurna Pillutla

Tipsy and dancing on the outside, 
Trying to kill something on the inside.

By Aisha Nabi

We all have come across, at least once in our life time, a mesmerising sight of a tall and magnificent monument which casted a shadow on our little bodies.

By  Aishee Ghoshal

I walk into class at 10:30 in the morning,
Half an hour late, my eyes red
Clothes smelling of weed and destruction. 

By Kiren Bakhru

Who am I? Who are they? But more importantly, who are you?
If you were a fictional book character

By Sheel Mehta

Following the trend and following the herd. 
An extrovert on the outside, and inside- a nerd. 

By PRANIDHI DAS

Every morning, I have an uninspiring ritual of slapping my hand under and around my pillow aimlessly to feel the familiar shape of my phone.

By Kunwar Digvijay

Like almost all the people in the world, I was ingested with the idea of the almighty from a very young age;

By RIA GUPTA

With each passing day, 
why are you making yourself suffer so much 
by burying all your emotions.

By  Asra Khan

Soul is a place of saturnine now and
Heart is sodden with droplets of Remorse

By Nishtha Juneja

“Many people use alcohol, drugs, sex, food, work, television, or shopping as anesthetics in an unconscious attempt 

By Vatsala Verma

When you were born,
The sages and worthies must have carried you...

By Taapti Jamwal

the difficulty of coming to terms with 
the fact of myself 
may seem like a sudden realization – 
be mindful that it is 

By Urja Kaushik

Laila was, according to her closest relatives, “a tiny girl with huge dreams”. The fact that she was a girl as little as a drop of dew 

By Deesha Jeppu

The moon is directly above her. A shiny object, close enough to touch. She reaches out, shuffling through her sleeping bag, catching only emptiness.

By Sonu k kumar Kumar

By Meghna Majumder 

Depression isn't loud, it is silent and tender
Gravestones of past that I still well remember..