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By Barsha Priyadarshini

By Rajan V Kokkuri

Dad’s eyes called me, he reached to me caught my hand,

He has things to tell, but words were missing.

By Meghna Muthukumar 

But it has to be strong,
with one but flat spoon of sugar

By Manasa Bsv

But the mind cannot fathom.
The repercussions are unknown.

By Lipok Meren Jamir

In the afternoon, we helped her pack her luggage.

And almost all the Naga cuisine-ingredients

By Neelima Chakraborty

I…I roll out the words one lisp at a time.

In faltering sounds, in fits and starts

By Ankita Singhania

‪when my nerves and sinew

‪have been dipped

By Anita Mary John

day after day, night after night
she ignored her cuts and bruises...

By Mingma Choekyi Zimba Tamang

Round fly-like objects glide a thousand feet in the roaring sky, and manic laughter fills the ears of the suffering few who remain.

By Anushka Nagarmath 

a place where lonely hearts go to remember. a place where lonely hearts go to forget

By AVNI RATRA

Neither too hot nor cold,
Resembling vacation on the island. 

By Neerja Deswal

Erased from memory
Like an unspoken, dark secret

By MANSI GUPTA

Whispers as I leave the room,
About a life that is set to doom.

By Arsch Sharma

My fingertips felt alien against my eyes, especially at the corners just where the lashes meet the skin. 

By Rajeswari M C

Woke up to find one hexagram aside
Took my usual strides to the terrace

By Nupur Gupta

But words elude me, 
leaving me forever reeling… 

By Srishti Roshan

Somewhere else
A different world a different domain

By Nishi Nath

Adoption of neckdams and corselets
I dived into the ocean curls

By Nitya Bhatia 

when they greet my open eyes 
gazing at the infinite skies

By Angana Mondal

Like the whistling of flaky warm-water snakes
Searching for lost homes

By Vaibhavi Dhasmana

There is a little marionette that wears a dress and sits in a house in the garden, next to the porch.

By Nithya Mariam John 

there was a dream at the back of my head
when I met you.

By Bipasha Bhattacharyya

As the mounds of flesh cut her open
She thinks of the mound of flesh she pushed out eighteen years ago

By Gunjan Joshi

I dream of a home in hills,
Amidst steep, scary and lush heights...

By Andrea More

She didn't know it would take so long
All she knew was she had to stay strong

By Sherin Bidar

I asked the night
For a bottle of darkness

By Neha Singh

His eyes shimmer like a wavering light,
But there was something deep and intense;
I wonder what it must be?

By Shreya Shukla

The next day I woke up in the ER ,after wrestling desperately to move any part of my incapacitated body

By Kanika Choudhary

Mom's unconditional love,
Dad's bad jokes