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Delhi Poetry Slam brings to its readers bold and original writing. Every month, our team carefully selects new writings that will leave you breathless, and wanting for more. Here you can read trending and alternative voices. If you would like to send your submission, visit the Submissions page. Enjoy reading this month's picks and don't forget to leave a comment for the talented writers!

I am

I am

By Namrata Pandit

My hair sways to my whims
The guys love it when it falls over shoulders
The pretty girls like to ruffle my hair

Smoke to the rescue

Smoke to the rescue

By Ananya Singh

The first puff was
a gist of desire,
the second one was

The cigarette

The cigarette

By Kiran Bhardwaj Kiran

Black clouds were floating in the dark sky, but on the ground, Rohini clubhouse was full of merriment.

Once again

Once again

By Gauri Tahmankar

Today once again I felt that pain in my chest
Realising I am not at all making any progress but creating a mess

Leave the blade

Leave the blade

By Eileen Kerketta

As I mourn and weep in midnight,
my body turns cold and hugs the gloomy darkness.

Confessions of a Second-Generation Immigrant

Confessions of a Second-Generation Immigrant

By Ria Chakraborty

At fourteen, I peered at my parents clasping the dog-eared letters
from the homeland with a searing yearning, grieving for a bustling town

Interrogation

Interrogation

By Shashwat Dubey

Yesterday I was having a conversation with Samarth, my close friend, where I was just cursing the teacher who punished me

Monotony!

Monotony!

By Kanika Sharma

Watching fiction, 
With deteriorating diction

In Waiting

In Waiting

By Arsch Sharma

Pihu crouched close to the earth watching the flies walk in circles, closer and closer to the jaggery. It was a hot, languid June afternoon

Can we escape this mediocrity?

Can we escape this mediocrity?

By Geetanjali Raj

We are both holding our cup of truth. As I took a sip from mine and you took from yours. I saw the fire burning in your eyes. 

Taking Load-off

Taking Load-off

By Drishty kumar

Every night she sneaks away from him
To find a sound place
To show some love to herself 

Guatemala

Guatemala

By Srishti Aishwarya Shrivastava

I choose to be in Guatemala 
Near the white wall
And rustic blue table 

The boy in the corner

The boy in the corner

By Sarthak Chaturvedi

There he sat, 
The boy in the corner. 
Before fading with the dispersal bell

IDENTITY AS A MONITOR

IDENTITY AS A MONITOR

By ARATRIKA  CHAKRABORTY

The Aadhar Card is the primary identification document in India. I had an Aadhar card which specified my identity but when I first joined high school...

Epitaph in red

Epitaph in red

By Adyasha Kar

I trace my fingers across the red vessels
Of the fittonia plant,
Just the way I draw lines against my veins....

One More Life

One More Life

By Manisha Mishra

One more lipstick
One more shampoo
One more mascara

It Feels Good

It Feels Good

By Mustansir Sadriwala

Cigarettes lying down on the floor,
And the sky darker than my smoke

Someone Else's Girlfriend

Someone Else's Girlfriend

By Anjali Lal

The bright shadows
Followed me everywhere
And I knew I would
Meet you somewhere

This Feeling

This Feeling

By Ankita Saikia

This feeling. 
It's toxic. It's slow homicide.
Feeling dead inside.

wonder why?

wonder why?

By Sridevi Sudheer Nair

I glanced through the room,
In hope of seeing him again.

The Lover with Nervosa

The Lover with Nervosa

By Chahat Arora

French is not my language but I'm a student who's on a break!
When I go to work I don't go to bake.

She

She

By Vaishnavi Tyagi

He stared at the short mirror and didn’t see himself. You wouldn’t realize how fleetingly we take the moment we are able to recognize ourselves

The Blackout

The Blackout

By Iqra Fatima

A potential ruined.

A constant reminder of his workaholic mother’s first alcoholic mistake. 

A naive cognizance

A naive cognizance

By  Yogatrayee Adhikari

Catastrophic and apocalyptic
Wrapped in evil sheath

To love, or not to love

To love, or not to love

By Raghav Ravi

To love, or not to love,
be it straight or a bent curve

A Destructive Silence Your Work:

A Destructive Silence Your Work:

By Souled Out Words 

Abhi is his name, and he lived upto the meaning. Being strong, with a big smile for the outer world, but within his mind, he was ruptured.

 

Eight Escapes One Night - (a poem on alcoholism as a way to escape harsh reality)

Eight Escapes One Night - (a poem on alcoholism as a way to escape harsh reality)

By Sharanya  P Harish

Eight in a circle, 
Empty bottles on the floor,
Incomplete sentences,
Interrupted giggles and laughters

Wildflowers and the Peril of Freedom

Wildflowers and the Peril of Freedom

By Angana Mondal

The Mehra villa was bathed in golden lights like a newlywed bride. Guests with shimmering faces bustled about the tented courtyard....

The Present

The Present

By  Anant Pathak

What am I?
What at all is in the present?
Staring into the skies, at all the twinkling past.

HE & I

HE & I

By Kalyan George

One tiny hand gripping Amma’s saree tightly
Reluctant to let go, lest he got lost

 

Destructive Construction of Reality

Destructive Construction of Reality

By Kashish Sharma 

I live inside my own mind,
And call myself the King of the universe.

Don't snub, to hurt her

Don't snub, to hurt her

By Arshi Alvi

If you think she is not your soulmate anymore,
If you struggle to find interest in her fables told,
If you want her for your needs alone.

Ode to A Land I Have Never Known

Ode to A Land I Have Never Known

By Syeda Namayah Fatima Hussain

My head tucked in the crevice of her knees 
like a creeper round its roots,
I trace the fading lines on her palm...

Self identification

Self identification

By Shefali Joshi

Sometimes to realise the true worth of ourselves, we need to stop all the things which which stop us from doing so

IDENTITY

IDENTITY

By PANKHURI  KUMARI

Learning the meaning of the term after a certain age
Trueness of being who you are

The Rift

The Rift

By Mitushi Mehndiratta

In the hustle and bustle of the railway station where a war was about to begin, a war between life and death there sat an eighteen year old girl 

SHOOTING FOR THE STARS

SHOOTING FOR THE STARS

By Aishwarya Chodankar

One day I stumbled upon living and then suddenly came across something.
Life is an aura of boundless beauty....

My Identity

My Identity

By Vandita Shukla

My Identity
The world is an endless haven
To creatures in myriads. 

I AM

I AM

By Aditi Kaur

They told me that I am polite
that it sure is a desirable trait,
but when I walked by the stream at night 

Self-Destructive behaviour

Self-Destructive behaviour

By Kavya Srivastava

“In order to understand, I destroyed myself” 
– A self-destructive person.

An ode to my soul!

An ode to my soul!

By Kuheli Bhattacharya

Me being strong 
Has gone on for long

Identity

Identity

By Kiran Poojary

What's my Identity? A Daddy's girl or a Mamma’s princess or just an independent woman!

Agony

Agony

By Sweety Bora

Once upon a time, I was a little boy;
My parents just adored me, I was their bundle of joy.

The Comfort Zone called Identity

The Comfort Zone called Identity

By Angelina Dash

The car stopped in the driveway and he checked the time. After a moment of deliberation, he stepped out and rang the doorbell.

Cerebral Mutiny

Cerebral Mutiny

By Meghna Singh

passion, perseverance, devotion
lie back in my rucksack
slumber, fear, fog & oblivion

Deeper deceptions

Deeper deceptions

By Alekhya Valleru

The lure of childhood so long gone ; Why does it tug at me like an endless drone
The hope of return for days gone past; 

The Song of Despair

The Song of Despair

By Mrigesh Rajan Preom

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

No regrets held captive

No regrets held captive

By Rose Merlin John

I've lived as a child with the older and wise that nurtured my mind and my soul.
I've lived as an adult among my friends and foes

The Most Outrageous Question In the World

The Most Outrageous Question In the World

By Vishakha Singh 

The most outrageous question in the world:
"Can you describe yourself in one word?"

PEOPLE DON'T UNDERSTAND.

PEOPLE DON'T UNDERSTAND.

By KEESHA KUMAR

People just don’t understɑnd thɑt my scɑrs ɑre ɑ pɑrt of whɑt mɑke me who I ɑm,
I mɑy hɑve creɑted them out of foolishness

The Two Faces

The Two Faces

By Shuchita Tripathi

With eyes shut, I smell the silvery hue 
Against an engulfing darkness, a dancing phantom

Who am I?

Who am I?

By  Anushka Chandak

“Paint with your fingers”, the therapist said. There was no canvas, no paint and no brushes with me; 

Green eyes, red smile

Green eyes, red smile

By Shweta Desai

You were a wave, and I was a jellyfish,
hidden in your folds, poised and venomous.

You know nothing, woman

You know nothing, woman

By Poorva 

You don’t know what it is
to be a boy, they say
Damn right!

El Roi

El Roi

By Shanice Castelino

So, little and tiny, empty and small,
vague and not happy at all.

Fueling on Cyanide and Cynicism

Fueling on Cyanide and Cynicism

By Swati Koul

We, the generation of -
you-have-it-easier-than-us;
have to tip toe our way to help,
have to shush up our cries.

THE DIVAGATION

THE DIVAGATION

By Manisha Pant

Wide range of cocktails , shining out bright in the bar;
Beers, wines and liquors; followed by salted chips in the jar.

Icarus Rising

Icarus Rising

By Dia Bhojwani

I know what falling looks like
I know it all too well
It’s shadows blooming dark under his eyelids 

THE LIGHT

THE LIGHT

By Hoshika Agarwal

The four walls were bleeding ,
Voices from inside the pillow were pleading

WILFUL SELF-DESTRUCTION

WILFUL SELF-DESTRUCTION

By Shiba Khatoon

Fierce yet harmless, strong yet tender, overly curious and restless, the tiger cub ran deep into the Jungle. 

LIFE OF DARIOUS

LIFE OF DARIOUS

By EVANGELIN YEEDA

Once there was a man called DARIOUS,
Born in a family which is Virtuous,
Grew up well as Righteous.

Self destruction via obsession

Self destruction via obsession

By Neha Kumari Jena

Self destruction results in two outcomes . Either you die and bury yourself or take birth from it .

Lose it to find it !

Lose it to find it !

By Anjali Gupta

She always thought of herself as a strong person untill love hit her. Hopeless romantic as she was this had been her dream since always

 

Questing

Questing

By Manisha Shrestha

There it is again -
the mirror, staring at my void.
I look, and look away.

Next time, I promise.

Next time, I promise.

By Priya D'Silva
#Feelings!!!

#Feelings!!!

By Sarah  Abbas

One who had a tender heart,
One who was talented and smart,

A Harvest of Bones

A Harvest of Bones

By Shabnam  Mondal

I pick up leftover bones from midnight meals and smash them into my arms;
a bloody pestle and wounds festering since the tragedy of my birth.

Being

Being

By Susan Vaisian

Trifling fingers, exploring without grasp
Searching mother's bosom, mouth failing to clasp.

Self Destruction

Self Destruction

By Upashna Singh

The haggard Raven croaks perched on a distant tree.
Is it morn or eve?
Lips parched, some Adams Ale would seal the cracks.

My shades of grey

My shades of grey

By Reemanshi Yukta

My shades of grey
Exasperated I feel,
Trapped amidst the chaos I never wanted to deal.

MY  KITEMAN

MY KITEMAN

By  Niladri Chattopadhyay

He loved to fly kites. 
Even he could make them. 
They said he could make the kites talk and the paper-dots, up in the sky..

ARTIST

ARTIST

By Chyra Rose Luiz

A chubby face, a toothless grin
An ignorant heart lies within
Hand prints and footprints across the porch

A journey to define my identity

A journey to define my identity

By GEORGE THALIATH

My lips uttered: “On a Journey”,
my stalwart mind repeated, it’s “on a journey”
a well-defined destination is waiting. 

My Body

My Body

By Keerthana Ramamoorthy

I hate my body,
not because I don't look beautiful
or the rape culture
what my country holds

My Identity

My Identity

By Smriti Pradhan

When we are born we get identity by our name given by our parents. Our name becomes our identity until we define ourselves in this world.

A letter to man

A letter to man

By Anahita Rangreji 

Dear man, 
Do not restrict me to the curves of my body,
My mind is a gold mine

Lighter than Air

Lighter than Air

By Mandavi  Choudhary 

Lighter than Air
O’er the clouds,
Waltzing alone amidst the bluest skies,
She floated with her chin and head up, lighter than air

Daily Practice Problems

Daily Practice Problems

By Snehil

Dr. Knight looked around the huge studio apartment he was sitting in. There were three cupboards filled with books on his left hand side. 

Unraveling Myself

Unraveling Myself

By Apoorva Singh

As I’m lying on my bed, trying to soothe my unquenchable thirst for social media consumption, my mom is out there in the 1800s

Bleeding Away

Bleeding Away

By Ananya Saini

The sand was slipping through her fingers,
She couldn't hold the petals together.

WHO I AM

WHO I AM

By Saumya Wafa

I was always wondering about just one little question
Ever since I was a kid enough

Unconditional Love

Unconditional Love

By Pooja  D. Raina

You say its love.
If its love, why can’t I breathe?
Why don’t I feel loved?
Why do your actions say otherwise?

It did not bother me at all

It did not bother me at all

By Aradhana Dube

As long as I can recall,
Standing among my classmates,
I weighed the most in the student hall,
But it did not bother me at all.

masochism is my muse

masochism is my muse

By revathi raghavan 

A paradox exists in the chasm that lies between habits and addiction . The rickety bridge that crosses the cavernous gap, is called indulgence.

The Other Side

The Other Side

By Ranjana Chakraborty

In the world of narrow mindedness
Why I am consider as a taboo?

Where Drinks Conjure Friends

Where Drinks Conjure Friends

By Payal Priya

“Talk, talk , talk”, they shout
And turn and leave 
And not a word is uttered.

Grocery shopping as an artist

Grocery shopping as an artist

By Diya Kandhari 

I see the drought of parched lips,
The disdainful shabbiness of comfort

Crying with a smile

Crying with a smile

By Mrugshitr Bansal

She smiled and said, ‘Let me lay out another case for you. And then you yourself answer me.’

A rock

A rock

By Rutuja Shelke

As a kid I had always been fascinated by the ocean and its magnificent waves. Looking at it from the hilltop

Dahej

Dahej

By Munnaswmai Pullelu
"The Self- Destruct Button"

"The Self- Destruct Button"

By Dipti .S

When it comes to pushing the self-destruct button normally people find it easier than to undergo. But what they don't think about.....

Queen's identity: her queendom

Queen's identity: her queendom

By Shubhanshi Bajpai

Clouds roaring loud
most of them ask to repent,
they knew her people would recent.
cloud's roaring loud

Arcus

Arcus

By Vaishnavi Sathish

A stranger, yet familiar.
Within me, yet an outsider.
Like change: 

Holding Hands with Self-Destruction

Holding Hands with Self-Destruction

By Kanika Singh

Have you ever had the realization? The one where you lie face first on the floor thinking, “I'm only one of 8 billion. Like wow.

Audience

Audience

By Sakshi Kumar

I stand 
In front of the mirror
All sixty inches of me

Towards The Victory Gates

Towards The Victory Gates

By Caren Mascarenhas 

And to the edge, they surrender
Thoughts follow no more, cornered in a room, left in the dark.

'You'

'You'

By Samarth Singh Ashiya

You and I, are like a lullaby,
You cuddled underneath the blanket with your lips sputtering

Shine like a queen

Shine like a queen

By  Tamanna Bangthai

A heart full of dreams,
Words filled with hope,
Forever wishing on a star;
To shine like a queen.

Wandering Soul

Wandering Soul

By Deepika M

Soul inside me wanders in opposite directions,
While the vision flows towards crazy fascinations

There Are No Names For This War

There Are No Names For This War

By Sebin James

Years have been unkind to my dead weight and its splintered flesh;
He wakes up bruised and battered, gets all worked up on purpose.

The Torment Inside

The Torment Inside

By Shruti Kalita

There bides a torment inside
Deep and entrenched, doesn’t hint to subside...

From shattered glass to a diamond

From shattered glass to a diamond

By Parul Sappati

The darkness that I had within did the fueling for my self-destruction. By “darkness” I don’t mean the urge to kill someone

Death speaks

Death speaks

By Surabhi K

To live a full and fulfilling life and to finally embrace death as a friend instead of jumping to suicide

suffocate

suffocate

By Shruti Mungi

Again I think of the lady who frowned at my shoulders too much skin, too much life  she lies trapped in yards and yards of history

INTIMATE

INTIMATE

By Nivedita Baraily

Our bodies make music.
It rises and falls in a beat.

An Indian's American Dream

An Indian's American Dream

By Shailee Rajak

On my 20th birthday
I started coveting
Those store-bought dreams

Wishing a childhood

Wishing a childhood

By Tejala Valluri 

I wish I hadn't lived my childhood in a protective bubble,
and had been the kid who would often get into trouble.

To you, Alcohol

To you, Alcohol

By Annapurna Pillutla

Tipsy and dancing on the outside, 
Trying to kill something on the inside.

A Monumental Tale of Life

A Monumental Tale of Life

By Aisha Nabi

We all have come across, at least once in our life time, a mesmerising sight of a tall and magnificent monument which casted a shadow on our little bodies.

Fitoor

Fitoor

By Sumbul Moin
lost in a labyrinth

lost in a labyrinth

By  Aishee Ghoshal

I walk into class at 10:30 in the morning,
Half an hour late, my eyes red
Clothes smelling of weed and destruction. 

Who are you?

Who are you?

By Kiren Bakhru

Who am I? Who are they? But more importantly, who are you?
If you were a fictional book character

(Mis)Identified

(Mis)Identified

By Sheel Mehta

Following the trend and following the herd. 
An extrovert on the outside, and inside- a nerd. 

Jane and Keanu

Jane and Keanu

By PRANIDHI DAS

Every morning, I have an uninspiring ritual of slapping my hand under and around my pillow aimlessly to feel the familiar shape of my phone.

My Relationship with God

My Relationship with God

By Kunwar Digvijay

Like almost all the people in the world, I was ingested with the idea of the almighty from a very young age;

Don't let your emotions, create a commotion

Don't let your emotions, create a commotion

By RIA GUPTA

With each passing day, 
why are you making yourself suffer so much 
by burying all your emotions.

A deep form of self-destruction

A deep form of self-destruction

By Naina Kashyap

Blurred vision, short breaths, cold sweats engulfed her body as she stood with her against the door. “Madam, open the door! are you fine?” 

Self destruction

Self destruction

By  Asra Khan

Soul is a place of saturnine now and
Heart is sodden with droplets of Remorse

Indulging in the now

Indulging in the now

By Nishtha Juneja

“Many people use alcohol, drugs, sex, food, work, television, or shopping as anesthetics in an unconscious attempt 

True Self!

True Self!

By Vatsala Verma

When you were born,
The sages and worthies must have carried you...

to be tied to recognition

to be tied to recognition

By Taapti Jamwal

the difficulty of coming to terms with 
the fact of myself 
may seem like a sudden realization – 
be mindful that it is 

Identity

Identity

By Shristi Singh
Sarcastically, we are physically bounded by the walls and mentally can reach infinity. Like every curious human, who failed many times ...
The Mask Of Circumstances

The Mask Of Circumstances

By Urja Kaushik

Laila was, according to her closest relatives, “a tiny girl with huge dreams”. The fact that she was a girl as little as a drop of dew 

Infinitude

Infinitude

By Deesha Jeppu

The moon is directly above her. A shiny object, close enough to touch. She reaches out, shuffling through her sleeping bag, catching only emptiness.

Indian mornings

Indian mornings

By Sonu k kumar Kumar

Indian mornings starts with
A quirking sound of birds

 

The Urban Annihilation

The Urban Annihilation

By Meghna Majumder 

Depression isn't loud, it is silent and tender
Gravestones of past that I still well remember..

Train to Charni Road Station

Train to Charni Road Station

By Avani Ghangurde

I am the worst person in the world. I shouldn’t even be alive narrating the same old story year after year. I can’t help it.

Who am I?

Who am I?

By Shairy Gupta

They wondered to ask me who am I?
I was neither afraid to tell nor shy...

 

Reborn

By Meghna Dash

"Ever thought life of a caged bird. It is provided food and drinks by others. It life is eat, drink, chirp and pee. My life is strikingly similar.I am caged.

 

I am a Girl

I am a Girl

By Naina Tyagi

Have given my heart to many strangers,
for ages, 
because loving them...

To Be or Not To Be

To Be or Not To Be

By Sujith Venkatesh

It is one of those days when it's ceaselessly raining outside and you're all alone, engulfed in sadness and depression...

Bellum Sacrum

Bellum Sacrum

By Abhishek Kralia

In the time before time when the darkness of nothing existed, she created the light, and there was light everywhere, then she created earth.

Horros and Hope

Horros and Hope

By Anwesh Mohanty

I'm sitting on a chair, overthinking.
About a fishing trip.

I am more than You see

I am more than You see

By Jasmeen Chawla
ATTACH TO DETACH

ATTACH TO DETACH

By Manasvini 

You take a puff....it goes straight to your nose,thorax,lungs satisfying every unsatisfactory part of you. 

THE CHOSEN ONE

THE CHOSEN ONE

By RASHMI KUMARI

From first sight to first kiss
From first touch to last bliss

 

Moonchild

Moonchild

By Sushant Koul

The idea is to always be empty,
Not holding on too tightly,
What you think makes you,
It's just moonlight pleading through you.

Disclosure

Disclosure

By Japneet Kour

Women are silhouettes packed in a hard surface of dreams."
I have been loved and left to my escape.

Self-Destruction

Self-Destruction

By Raja Raman

Self destruction in my perception can be categorized in two namely, physiological destruction and psychological destruction.

Grey

Grey

By Jyoti Mishra

Gone are the days,
When men used to be black and white.

Darkness Lends A Helping Hand

Darkness Lends A Helping Hand

By Meghana Joseph

Seeing the world through your tear filled eyes
Unable to express yourself

Maybe

Maybe

By Himani Sachdeva

I watched as two water droplets raced down my window 
The kid in me was rooting for ‘my droplet’

The Keyhole Escape

The Keyhole Escape

By Manisha Bajaj

Dear citizens of the world, I write to you to talk about my kind. I wish to open up about one of my characteristics...

I am, you are, we are; The Process

I am, you are, we are; The Process

By Manas Kasar

“What we know is a drop and what we do not know is an ocean! “, a peculiar dialogue from one of the web serials....

Self destruction

Self destruction

By Lakshmi Sree Sivagurunathan

We all are humans. As a human, we may possess both good and bad qualities. We might be addicted to several things.

A Detox

A Detox

By Pallavi Kolarkar

Like a December fall
Your breath collapses on the edge of my collar 

The Goldfinch.

The Goldfinch.

By Gunjan Thapar

The simplest thing I’ve felt recently has come from a mess of emotions swarming my mind. 

Yes! I indulge

Yes! I indulge

By Chaarvi Murari
Our Nonpareil Ipseity

Our Nonpareil Ipseity

By Nandini S. Rajesh

Confession and Conversation,
The two things, 
Which could possibly stop war, 
And discrepancy. 

A ROAD TO DISTRESS- taken by all but, talked by none!

A ROAD TO DISTRESS- taken by all but, talked by none!

By NOOREEN AFZA

Self-destruction: being swallowed or being processed!!??
That's a thought, to give or take. 

Too Late

Too Late

By Bhoomika Singh

I saw two willow trees in a field one day
One of them a bit crooked and full of disdain

Identity

Identity

By Chandini Tauklee

Different people have different definitions for identity; some say identity is a person’s personality.....

Ruminating

Ruminating

By Arafo Daher

It's the art of thinking, upon acts others did without others actually doing them. 
It's all the little words we thought we could ignore

Who Am I?

Who Am I?

By Meher Malhotra

A question bug’s me every day,
One who’s answer is only known by me,

Home

Home

By Poulami Sarkar

What does a home look like? Does it have a face of a bereaved mother, long waiting on her balcony amid the thousands of nothing...

Mirror, Mirror

Mirror, Mirror

By Sayanti Ghosh

I stand in front of the ivory-rimmed mirror
Wrapped in a towel, water dripping from my hair

 

Kanashii

Kanashii

By Charvi Gupta

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

The day is mine

The day is mine

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.

You. I Am You!

You. I Am You!

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.

IDENTITY IS SELF MADE NOT FOLLOWING THE SAME PATH!

IDENTITY IS SELF MADE NOT FOLLOWING THE SAME PATH!

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

Self-Destruction

Self-Destruction

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.

The Pursuit Of Identity

The Pursuit Of Identity

By Maitrayani Das

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

Insanity

Insanity

By Madhuri Deepthi S

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

Addicted listening is injurious to health: (About a habitual addict and a healer listener, how both ended up destructing themselves individually)

Addicted listening is injurious to health: (About a habitual addict and a healer listener, how both ended up destructing themselves individually)

By Sutrishna Sen

That night I decided that even if it’d be the last day of my life, I’d never talk to him again.

 

A Speech and Two Pastries

A Speech and Two Pastries

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

Crimson (TW)

Crimson (TW)

By Subhiksha  V S 

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

Ego

Ego

 By Kimthian Vaiphei

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

The beckoning call of death

The beckoning call of death

By Tilesha Patil

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

Healed

Healed

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.

Off the Track

Off the Track

By Madhulika Tarnekar Madhulika 

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

Le reve

Le reve

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...

I jumped

I jumped

By Jincy Joshua

I jumped, 
To get by. 

The Bus Ride

The Bus Ride

By Sonal Sai

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

BEHIND THE SCENE

BEHIND THE SCENE

By Deepika 

Should I yawp or yowl?

Should I exculpate or exonerate?

Agnosthesia

Agnosthesia

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

Half Hearted

Half Hearted

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.

A Slash Here, A Slash There

A Slash Here, A Slash There

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

READJUSTED FOCUS

READJUSTED FOCUS

By Neha Jolly

A Time of Celebration
Graffiti, Balloons, Familia

Addiction

Addiction

By Lehar Kakkar

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

Own It

Own It

By Yashaswani Prakash

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

Nature of everything

Nature of everything

By Ayushi Sharma

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

Identity :understanding the term

Identity :understanding the term

By Sneha Kaushik 

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

Games of Little Mine

Games of Little Mine

By Yazhini Gunasekaran

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

Shadows

Shadows

By N. Anjana

The shadows bad parents cast
are long and dark;

A Gem from Dust

A Gem from Dust

By Krupa Susan Varghese

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

Addicted

Addicted

By Sangsthita Roy Sangsthita

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

A Man with Two Lives

A Man with Two Lives

By Akhilesh Sharma

There lives a man, 
who leads two lives, 
To a stranger though this reality, 
hides itself from public eyes 

"Who Am I" ?

"Who Am I" ?

By  Shahina  Begum

Till 21 years,
I thought it was more like - 
"I am my father's daughter 
Or my brother's sister". 

The simplest truth

The simplest truth

By Shivani Haritay

The simplest truth was just to accept the truth of me 
The truth I loved about myself 

In pursuit of identity

In pursuit of identity

By Mehak Taneja

Who am I?
Wondering looking up into the sky.
Asking myself...

Smartphone love

Smartphone love

By Meher Narang

This tiny long device had become my life
Its smooth edges made me easy to swipe

A product of Patriarchy

A product of Patriarchy

By Lily Singh

The sensual softness of my words,
Allures your thirsty lips;
Invitingly Compelling them
To stop resisting their urges

FAILURE

FAILURE

 By Ishika Keshari

I invigorate you to walk on with hope in your heart,
And you’ll never Walk alone

Identity Crisis

Identity Crisis

By Varsha Mishra

What's my identity?
I can't figure it out rightly.
Is it that I lost it somewhere,
In that rat race of proving myself?

Charred

Charred

By Prisha Tiwari

Smoke filled my lungs. 
My eyes burnt, tears streaming down my cheeks involuntarily. 

Notion or Emotion

Notion or Emotion

By Devika Maheshwari

“Ever heard of India?” Yeah, it’s that country that serves extremely spicy food, has movies that look like musicals .......

Envy

Envy

By Falguni Thareja

“Why does that kid have that toy?”

“Why am I not as smart as he is?”

I'm a Rainbow

I'm a Rainbow

By Sukhmani Kaur

At ten years old, I learnt what the colors of the rainbow were
At twenty, I know what they mean

IN AND OUT

IN AND OUT

By APABRITA MITRA SARKAR

Ma’s yellow afternoon and bedside window storms
Have dripped, drizzle-like in porous walled self.....

Shapes

Shapes

By Dhriti Rawat

There was once a family of shapes, in the world of Geometry
Their society followed a Mathematical construct.

Darkside

Darkside

By Chandana  M

Every bright thing has a shadow
Every smiling face has a sorrow
People see still water clear
But the impurities lie deep sown in the bed adhere

I fell in love, Again

I fell in love, Again

By Shikha Singh

I fell in love, Again.
But this time,
Someone I gained.
With the person.....

My Eyelids Droop Down

My Eyelids Droop Down

By  Radhika Pradhan

My eyelids droop down.
I look at my forearms.
They are covered in skin, 
miles and miles of skin.

Ecstasy, Euphoria, Freedom

Ecstasy, Euphoria, Freedom

By M. Tanishka Ravindra

The pill dissolved on my tongue, The liquid slid in my veins
The smoke gathered in my lungs.

Poison and Sin

Poison and Sin

By Namrada Varshini

Some nights I'm Heathcliff
digging into your secrets

Where Books Bloom!

Where Books Bloom!

By Gunjan Joshi

As I sit on a summer afternoon enervated, 
While screeching sunlight speeds up photosynthesis of the flora outside.

Just One More Time

Just One More Time

By SHRUTI SHARMA

To all the lonely people out there,
Surely your world seems so clear....

Ascending

Ascending

By Anuron Mitra
Break out of your slumber.

Cease to dither in your wallowing sludge, 
Painted Destruction

Painted Destruction

By Elizabeth Hasan

I am what they call 'The Scream'
I’m not screaming, I am just existing

"I am wrong"

"I am wrong"

By Shivani Kandukuri

I am wrong
A wrong fit in the so called right world

Self Destruction

Self Destruction

By Minotee Gokhale

We live in the world of confusion ... 
Of a little awareness and more illusion ...

Red Light

Red Light

By Katyayini Budakoti

Midnight. It was almost midnight. But the night was still rippling with life in the narrow bastis of insectile existence. 

In search, until when?

In search, until when?

By MUNEESA SHAFI

Everyone is born with an identity,
Then why according one to a women for the world is an adversity

Lover

Lover

By Dishani Mondal

My lover has eyes that shine brighter than the brightest star in the evening sky. Shaped like almonds and guarded by thick, long lashes......

Present hour's need

Present hour's need

By Apoorv Purandare

Not sure wether neighborhood friend is alive ,
But pretty much sure of celebrity Facebook Live.....

Don't Die You Have an Identity

Don't Die You Have an Identity

By Deepak Kanoujia

You, just think of worshipping
For me, You are God and Deity,
And you saying you wanna die!!

 

It’s all Water under the Bridge

It’s all Water under the Bridge

By Tanvi Padia

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

Unsaid!

Unsaid!

By Sparsh Gupta

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

Can you give me answers?

Can you give me answers?

By Pranuthi Kabilan

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

A Living Cadaver

A Living Cadaver

By Hansika Chopra

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

An Indian Girl

An Indian Girl

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!!

Identity

Identity

By  Abhishek Chaudhuri

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

 

ANYTHING FOR STELLA

ANYTHING FOR STELLA

By SUKANYA NAYAR

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

Hash, my only love and my loveliest destruction

Hash, my only love and my loveliest destruction

By Disha Singh

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

Thought

Thought

By Naveli Sharma

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

Diaspora

Diaspora

By Raghav Srivastava

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

May we choose the "woman we are becoming" over everything

May we choose the "woman we are becoming" over everything

By Riya Handa

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

The Wayfarer

The Wayfarer

By Aishwarya Damaraju

I don't belong to the wild,

nor to the flaming mediocrity of modern times

 

Being Stray

Being Stray

By  Aeishwarya Chaudhari

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

Consented Rape

Consented Rape

By Naman Garg

I have been touched by men
A hundred times before
And I prepare my flesh
For a thousand more

 

Truly destroyed in love

Truly destroyed in love

By Priyanshi Arora

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

Let the fragments bring us home

Let the fragments bring us home

By Madhusraba Mohanty

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

Vintage Woes

Vintage Woes

By Narhitya  Nawal

I braid shards of myself 
like sheltered beacons,

 

Dear Me

Dear Me

By Deepannita Gupta

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

Identity

Identity

By Kanika Choudhary

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

LOST

LOST

By Neelima Chakraborty

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

IDENTITY. INDULGENCE. SELF-DESTRUCTION.

IDENTITY. INDULGENCE. SELF-DESTRUCTION.

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) ......

The monster under my bed

The monster under my bed

By Aadya Bahl

The monster under my bed 
Craddles me to sleep 

Urge

Urge

By Satabdi Mohanty

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

Loop

Loop

By Sunil Rajagopal

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

Who Are You

Who Are You

By Sanjana Saksena Chandra

But who are you
at the crack of dawn, before your morning coffee 

Grief Calls Itself Indulgence

Grief Calls Itself Indulgence

By Sarah Kalam

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

Room Full of Memories

Room Full of Memories

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.

 

Avoid self- destruction : fill positivity in the thoughts suction

Avoid self- destruction : fill positivity in the thoughts suction

By Venya Garg

The loss of something ,
the aim to gain everything ,

Question

Question

By Soumya Agarwal

I walk on a path 
Routine unending

MY CALLING STILL UNDER THE COVER

MY CALLING STILL UNDER THE COVER

By  Sneha Patni

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

PAWNS

PAWNS

By Bhavya Kaundal

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

21 Barbies & 1 Ken

21 Barbies & 1 Ken

By Ekshikaa S

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

Little Red Riding Hood meets Big Bad Wolf

Little Red Riding Hood meets Big Bad Wolf

By Reeba Reeba

I ran into the garden to find bliss 
in lavenders and these small trips

 

Human Desire

Human Desire

By Vishnupriya Prabhakar

He looked at her humming to her self in the kitchen. Oh she looked so happy, you could see it radiating from her.

 

Ideal identity

Ideal identity

By Arshleen Kaur

My identity? My name
My name is a river drowned in the ocean of forgotten

Dorm Solo

Dorm Solo

By Utkarsha Anwekar

Look at your room:

Dust and cobwebs and atomies

Between The two Crests

Between The two Crests

By Vishnushiri Shyamsaisundar

On the diverged paths, I stood immotile.
Heart disallowing the cruise killing passion;

To teeter, totter, teeter

To teeter, totter, teeter

By Imara Irahuk Kamu

She splashed water on her face, incessantly, till its coldness paralyzed the blood flow to her face making it pale and numb.

Apparel

Apparel

By Sunaina Ruth Priti Mudaliar

How much can you tell from a picture?

How much from the surface of scarred skin......

 

Jump

Jump

By Namitha Kuttiparambil

I was almost certain I was dreaming.
Placid, while tucked into the warmth of my bed;

Forbidden Sadness

Forbidden Sadness

By Adya Rana

“Don’t talk too loudly”, they told her
“It’s just a phase, it’ll pass soon enough”

I 'PREM' You

I 'PREM' You

By Monika Arora

Lord Narayan says I run this entire universe with just one tool i.e. ‘PREM’. And I feel this word when translated in today’s language

Truth to yourself

Truth to yourself

By Akanksha Singhal

Rising and falling many times ;
Hurdled by the self and called by heart,

Night and Demons

Night and Demons

By Umera Riyaz

The night time comes,
And I whisper to my demons “go to sleep”.

 

We are learning to 'Love'

We are learning to 'Love'

By Debosree Manna
Memoirs of a Misfit

Memoirs of a Misfit

By Sanjukta Ghoshal

‘Rehana’ - the name that my mother had given me
Glowed bright on the board for everyone to see-

Free to fly

Free to fly

By Rashmi Tripathi

I am free to fly, to roar up on the sky
to feel the sun and to feel the rain.

 

Multiple Sclerosis Chronicles

Multiple Sclerosis Chronicles

By Alisha  Ghosh

The daze that you are walking in
Is as real as your little fingers 

Letter from Me to my Other Self

Letter from Me to my Other Self

By Niharika Trama

I am writing this on the behalf of that night we experienced, how you rained questions on me like Cats and dogs.

Identity

Identity

By Bhadra Premchand

Who am I 
How was I born
The person who I am today ,
Is it really me ?

Unmasking My Journey

Unmasking My Journey

By Shreshta Joy

I still remember a decade ago, I would sit up on my bed and ponder, “What is even the purpose of my life?”

Overthinking

Overthinking

By Devyankshi Parchani

Overthinking is a bad friend of mine
It keeps visiting me every night 

 

Why one color for one face?

Why one color for one face?

By Shivanshee Rathore

Is it just me or the question “who am I?” creates a havoc is everyone’s body?

Wish someone knew her pain

Wish someone knew her pain

By Mishita Rungta

After everything life had given her,
She faced it with a smile, but this time .....

Journey of becoming

Journey of becoming

By Pramita Sengupta

My quest to demystify identity has been quite persistent, with personal upheavals. I have been going through soul-stirring turmoil of who am I? Where do I belong to?

Time to mend

Time to mend

By Damini

In the noon
While waiting for the one,
Under the fiercely sunshine
Running out of time,

 

The Infinite Abyss

The Infinite Abyss

By Vedanshi  Mishra

When I think of my childhood, I think of my father’s coarse hands, his anger that made even the house tremble with fear...

The Deteriorating Heart

The Deteriorating Heart

By Anamta Aibani

The first time I smoked was at the age of 10,
At a time when we taught how to write with a pen.

Who Am I?

Who Am I?

By Geetika Saini

I soar in the wide blue yonder
Playing with the breeze
Frolicking with joy

Till death do us apart

Till death do us apart

By Julu Ahamed

As I light this joint
it's a gamble 
what are the odds 
life dealt me the wrong cards

A MINUTE BEFORE IT ALL FELL APART

A MINUTE BEFORE IT ALL FELL APART

By Poornima Jadhav

I walked back home from the school's farewell party, wearing a black dress, smudged eyeliner and a half-fainted lipstick. 

BitterSweet

BitterSweet

By Tejal Khorava

“BitterSweet” is a story of Trisha Kshatriya, a 29 year old woman suffering from Depression where she falls prey to “Emotional Eating”. 

 

Oh Depression!

Oh Depression!

By Sharon Varghese 

Oh! depression,
Take a break,
Let me breathe,
Let me stand for a while,

Authentic me

Authentic me

By Vishnupriya Prabhakar

I am not the authentic me. 
I am a product of my surroundings. Then, who am I? 

It doesn't matter!

It doesn't matter!

By Laudeep Singh

It doesn’t matter! 
When the right time comes
take them to my grave

The storm before the harm

The storm before the harm

By Cheena Madan

That weathered thought
Incessantly knocked
Crumbling the fortress of content
With shards of broken feelings

A JOURNEY FROM SELF-DESTRUCTION TO DISCOVERING ONESELF

A JOURNEY FROM SELF-DESTRUCTION TO DISCOVERING ONESELF

By Sanjana Sen

"We’ll make it work Advik, please don’t leave.

I need you. Please stay. . .” 

Veil

Veil

By Akshita Sharma

I slide my hands slowly under my pants,
Quivering, pulsating,

Self Destruction

Self Destruction

By Saurav

The time where we live ,
Full of hurdles, negativity & like a grive.

 

We humans were the cause

We humans were the cause

By Meghana Madala
The world is in chaos
The people are unnerved
Hush! The Curfew is on

Hush! The Curfew is on

By Neelima Chakraborty
When will this end?
This slaughter on humanity?
UNUSUAL TIMES OF CORONA

UNUSUAL TIMES OF CORONA

By SHEFALI

As i sit in my balcony,
sipping my coffee.
An Open letter to Corona- In the unusual times of Corona

An Open letter to Corona- In the unusual times of Corona

By Khwabida_ki_parvaaz

Dear Corona,
I'm not sure how you came, 
The miserably happy times

The miserably happy times

By Divya Power

Do you know what's better than 2 scoops of ice-cream?

Your internals and exams getting postponed,
यार जब से आया है कोरोना ,  मुश्किल सा बन गया है जीना !

यार जब से आया है कोरोना , मुश्किल सा बन गया है जीना !

यार जब से आया है कोरोना ,
 मुश्किल सा बन गया है जीना !
The unusual times of corona

The unusual times of corona

By Spatika Jayaram

Yesterday I went out to see the sun set, and

Didn’t realize it would be one of the rare ones yet,

K-A-R-N-O  V-A-P-I-Ssßds

K-A-R-N-O V-A-P-I-Ssßds

It's taught us
The essence of traditional
LIFE GOES ON...

LIFE GOES ON...

2020 has already been a little rough, glares over a little cough;
the all powerful cough! that it has emptied the government's trough;
This is the part we pause

This is the part we pause

By Ellora Kothare

This is the part we pause 

This is the part we see

लगा था जिन्दगी थम सी जाएगी,

लगा था जिन्दगी थम सी जाएगी,

By Riya Patel

लगा था जिन्दगी थम सी जाएगी,
कोरोना से नही तो बोरियत से तो मर ही जायेंगे।
WE'LL GET THROUGH

WE'LL GET THROUGH

By Jasika
Just take a break
It's time to breathe
The unusual times of corona

The unusual times of corona

By Gautami Govindrajan

someday

weeks from now

Everyone is swayed by the wave of terror

Everyone is swayed by the wave of terror

By Tanveen Kaur

Everyone is swayed by the wave of terror,
No antivirus is able to correct this error.

CORONA VIRUS

CORONA VIRUS

By Tanya Jain

Close your eyes, what do you see?
I see the world losing its niche!