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By Charvi Gupta

This endless labyrinth makes me sad
Alaska asked herself, when will I get out of this labyrinth

By  Manas Agarwal

The first day of death,
when everything's fine,
when all the gods exhibit their wrath,
I say the day is mine.

By Shubhrika Dogra

Look for her, look for him, look for me and for you too.
Look for them and their names, and their definition boxes too.

By Naysa Shrivastava

“Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind.”-Dr. Seuss

By Dipika  Saxena

Self is Lovable. Self is Beautiful. Self is a masterpiece. Self has a purpose in life. Self is the Best Creation of God.

By Maitrayani Das

It was late in the dawn when the most fierce yet most benevolent warrior of the Mahabharata stood by the Ganges. 

By Madhuri Deepthi S

I never knew who I was yesterday
I never shared what I want

By Sutrishna Sen

By Freya 

A day before the lockdown started, I met Isaac after a long time. We met in a café to talk. He had to tell me about a lot of things

By Subhiksha  V S 

Her hazel eyes were now wide open, and all she saw were drops of crimson on her tiled floor. 

 By Kimthian Vaiphei

Ego is a substance
One can't have enough of
Drowse-inducing, paralyzing
Fuel that feeds the fire 

By Tilesha Patil

For the world i fake a smile 
Pretend to be a perfection

By Suchita Sinha

Ria limped out of the hospital with a white bandage tightly wrapped around her right thigh. Her discomfort was apparent but so was her radiating smile.

By Madhulika Tarnekar Madhulika 

A soul with His presence gets a new life,
Almighty with deep affection puts the being to the sight.

By Adwitiya Bhattacharya

When I look her into the eyes, I sense the colour that reflects. I see it as dark brown tinged with black in the middle...

By Jincy Joshua

I jumped, 
To get by. 

By Sonal Sai

The road was filled with vehicles, although there was no jam. It had been a while since I had left home

By Deepika 

Should I yawp or yowl?

Should I exculpate or exonerate?

By Zeba Mehdi 

I am a rain fed cloud, 
Dark heavy and full. 
Not the one with a gentle breeze, on the first of monsoon

By RISHIKA GUPTA

Half of the things I confess; about half of those I lie.
Half of the times I try to survive; more often you make me die.

Sanskriti Khound

"Let's fix this", the thirteen year old me says as I drag the blade against my skin.
It is my fault, it has to be

By Neha Jolly

A Time of Celebration
Graffiti, Balloons, Familia

By Lehar Kakkar

So I have this habit.... 
Of shooting and taking pills... 
Several times a day.... 
I have a habit... 

By Yashaswani Prakash

Its blue ticks, and still no answer
Seen, yet a lost banter

By Ayushi Sharma

I don't want to go home anymore. Doesn’t matter in past how much had I yearned for my abode.

By Sneha Kaushik 

Identity is the qualities, beliefs, personality, looks, gender, religion, occupation, social status, relationships and /or expressions that make a person.

By Yazhini Gunasekaran

The games of little mine taught me,
the complex clarity of I unarmed, harmed

By N. Anjana

The shadows bad parents cast
are long and dark;

By Krupa Susan Varghese

She was born with a curse 
A curse which she never chose

By Sangsthita Roy Sangsthita

"Can you leave me ?"
I held myself tightly, woke up from the floor ....