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By Ananya Gupta

As the liquid rumbles around me,
A strong gush of blood interrupts my sleep.

By Manisha Pant

Beyond the winning and losing era,
Without an armour of a silver-spoon

By Mamta Singh

Smelling blood and flesh
Moving in darkness

By Aanya Agarwal

The person being asked this question though
Cannot figure out who she is

By Sagata Samanta

Then why so people makes you messenger of marriage?
I think that's the work of village 

By Tamanna Rahaman Tamanna

And foment the moments in sieve
I am the energy to wake up and say

By RITU DARYANI

I used to keep my dreams in a mason jar and I would always make sure the lid was screwed tight. 

By Nandini Rao

I will rise with more beauty than the Sistine Chapel 
And the wit of Madame Curie

By Sahiti Ramadugu

Yes, a boy and a girl can be in a platonic relationship. 
When I first met my best friend Arjun, he was wearing this blue linen shirt 

By Pratibha Badgal AA

A sip away from reality,
And there stood Dionysus...

By KRITIKA THADANI

What if the world had all blacks?
No bigotries and white albino shams.

By Mrigesh Rajan Preom

I first saw it in my father’s hand
It sparkled with life and provided the same

By Rajasi Raj Rajeshwari

The howls of the wolves,
May be tearing my ears.

By Ananya Chatterjee

The thick black smoke dances 
To the death tune, just outside the window.

By Riya Das

Sleepless nights and never-ending dreams,
Once I cherished it's hard to believe.

By Nawin Spand Coti

We might have our own nation 
And the dresses too

By Naren Telluri

Dream to be born...Dreams to be born...
Dream to play... Dreams to play...

By Nivedita Baraily

Dreams are like cobwebs
A caricature of mind games

By Shaveta Shaveta

तूफानी हवाओं का ज़ोर , 
ऊपर से रात्रि का सन्नाटा अति घनघोर |

By Shuvam Dewanjee

Beneath this earth, dry and bereft of lights
Dust fills their lungs and their faces go black

By Kinjal Jain

There’s a secret I want to share,
when someone calls out for me

By Rudrika Khajuria

One fine day amidst the chaos
Erupted another volcanic adversary

By Nandita Joshi

Sugar-coated with some exaggerating sweetness
With some exaggerated promises

By Mona Roy

I tried hard, really trust me! 
I tried hard to not listen to anything

By Sharon Varghese

Listen to my anklet bell's chime,
See how my feet dance to the beats

By Meghna Dash

Your reputation is not the real you, 
You are much more than that.

By Trisha Bhatia

Twirls and hiss all around
She saw them moving on the ground

By Zynk 

Shoes that we walk in, they were given to us. 
Day one of these shoes marks a scratch 

By  Linsha Alex

My feet hurt
Gasping and clenching

By Amulya Cherukumudi

It was a tiring day, loaded with personal turmoil and physical activity. It had been several months