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By Muskaan Mittal

as panic floods my parched being,
an army of ants bent on conquest

By Arpit Vaishnavi

The rattling winds were colliding with the window panes and the rain was pouring down in sheets. 

By Rashmi Sharma

Its shine & its piercing blue of royalty
My teary eyes smiled again.

By Anastasia Hugh

By Kajolee Rahate

While she stood there ,

Admiring the beauty of her dress...

By Suhani Rathi

By Shot in Black & White

it was a Sunday like no other

the sun was a little sharper

By Maria Ansari

I carry a memory of the sacred land

in my heart, regardless. 

By Ramyani Sen

My favourite shade, my dearest colour.
My personal brand of a happy sunset.

By Aaheri Bose

By Aparupa Chattopadhyay

The next bell, I do not hear,
That sadly becomes the last...

By Swasti Jain

Brown eyes are natural mascara,
Coffee from the people that make them

By ROOPAL JAIN

there’s a reason to my obsession

when red and yellow abandoned me in a land...

By Mayank Pratap

By Sarodiya Ghosh

By Anjaly Menon P V

Consoled ma with confidence
Oh! my white uniform you were

By Debangana Das

By Ayush Arya

we clicked multiple photographs
felt enormously nice vibes...

By Shravani

I dream of sinking my
feet in glorious, golden sands...

By Geanice Gee

She went into my uncle’s bathroom

To see where the red stain came from....

By Rhea Gangavkar

By Harsha Agrawal 

Your hands ran along my hair and then my bare hands like they were memorizing parts of me...

By Kesavan Nampoothiry

By Anushia Ningthoujam

The memories etched into my mind,
huddle up like a thunderstorm, yet to crack.

By Neeraj Manral

By Karnika Chauhan

Try, because not many do 

And then try to live with it 

 शिव कुमार कुशवाहा 

By Roulie Singh 

I stand opposite to the road that splits into two,
Like a shaft of hair breaking through.

By Emaan

Sagging jowls and empty eyes

Fine wrinkles and little white lies.

By Kavya Venkateshwaran