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By Tanvi Padia

Under the yellow streetlight, I say goodbye to my pillow, etched with wrinkles and
greyed with dust ...

By Sparsh Gupta

Someone told me..Write on something inspiring..
So i roamed here and there inquiring..

By Pranuthi Kabilan

I'm not sure if depression has pills,
if it does, are they bitter?
Because the suffering sure is.

By Hansika Chopra

Scrunched letters
Deteriorated self
Enervated soul,
Possibly no hope of coming back to my own?

By Dakshita 

I'm tired of being born in a middle class family as a 'girl',
Where my decision are not even mine to take!!

By  Abhishek Chaudhuri

Movies and comics have made wearing a mask a hero’s accessory
But is hiding your true identity really necessary?

By SUKANYA NAYAR

"Bobby! Wake up! ", Bobby drowsily opened his eyes and peered at the pale figure standing in front of him. 

By Disha Singh

Oh,how come you are so beautiful you little baddie,the darkest of dreams and the palest of greens

By Naveli Sharma

The first time it happened, the thought gently tapped on on my window trying to blend in with raindrops pattering down.

By Raghav Srivastava

Animals, far removed 
From the places and times
To which they belonged,
With which they once spoke

By Riya Handa

When you choose HER over everything, you know that your purpose has a greater meaning.

By Aishwarya Damaraju

I don't belong to the wild,

nor to the flaming mediocrity of modern times

By  Aeishwarya Chaudhari

Do you really feel that it helps?
When you pray…

By Priyanshi Arora

Yesterday I met a guy, 
His name was Sky
He was having alcohol,
When he had an instant fall

By Madhusraba Mohanty

Show me the jagged landscape on your forearm
I ll let you run your fingers over the constellations on my thighs,

By Narhitya  Nawal

I braid shards of myself 
like sheltered beacons,

By Deepannita Gupta

Dear 16 year old me,
What would have I told you if I'd meet you today?

By Kanika Choudhary

We met at a 
Late night party
At my bedroom
Under my blanket

By Neelima Chakraborty

A quick shake of the head.
A nervous sweat wiped off the brow.

By Tanmayi  

Three words in bold, capital letters, written on the back of a flimsy invoice (the kind you get at a generic medical store) ......

By Aadya Bahl

The monster under my bed 
Craddles me to sleep 

By Satabdi Mohanty

In the soundless night, I lay lonely by his side
In the silvery night, I stare blankly at the moonlight

By Sunil Rajagopal

I see the world
but I am not seen,
Is my name
what they call me?

By Sarah Kalam

Grief doesn’t always call itself grief. 
Some days, it breaks everything.....

By Sanyukta S.

I’m a memory hoarder. Inside my head, I imagine this whole room full of memories. It’s not an ordinary room.

By Venya Garg

The loss of something ,
the aim to gain everything ,

By Soumya Agarwal

I walk on a path 
Routine unending

By  Sneha Patni

Life seems beautiful when lived in illusion,
But hits hard in reality. Perplexing!

By Bhavya Kaundal

It started with flyers and few shops 
Buy this and you will get this free.

By Ekshikaa S

When I was young and 9,
You bought me 21 Barbies and 1 Ken.