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By Aarushi Kapoor
I had placed a diadem over my head,while prancing along the melted puddles
By PRERNA HANS
Walking from the school bus stop, I was dreading to return home as I knew whatwas waiting there for me.
By Prerna Lama
In the still of the nightThe streets were her saviour
By Priyanka Srinivasan
Wearing the heart on my sleeveWith horn sounds And crowded people
By Riju Gupta
Carrying a white sackCrossed the drenched children
By Rishika Kaushik
Amid the blaring sun and scattered pieces of overpainted furniture (to hide itsactual decrepitude)
By Sakshi Pawar
As I stood there in my uniformbeaten by the monotony of the routine...
By Ronak Rayu
Treading into the swarming streets,Abstracted, I perceived the unceasing
By Roopal Jain
I love watching rain, how it makes the trees look a darker shade of green and thesky-a darker shade of grey.
By Sakshi Sinha
I'm a vagrant travellerStumbled upon divergent path
By Samikshya Thapa
Matches are made in heaven, don’t they say?
By Sampurna Nanda
Which has the ability to enforceThe power to think about one's inner state of mind
By Sana Naazli
She was bored, sitting at homeStaring at the wall and counting the tiles
By SANCHARI SENGUPTA
At sundowns, I watch kites flying.As the narrow shaft breaks the siesta of my hutch
By Sanjana Srinivasan
Running my fingersthrough such breakable bangles...
By Savita Singh
I must have lacked somewhere,My intention must have been covered in dust
By Shefali Malandkar
So it's been a while now,we talk like we know each other.
By shobha chichra
When my past history of slavery kept me chainedAnd still stood on my shoulders like a heavy
By Shreya Shukla
As I amble my way back from the 9 to 5 jobSurmising situations that make my monotony discord
By Smriti Sinha
Streets of India are where all the action is, quite literally. Except for maybeprocreating, anything else...
By Shreya Tare
Streets never appealed as freedom to me, Before now.Streets form artwork.
By SHYAMMA E.L.
Diversity is something that India is known for,Watch her people and you will see it too.
By Sidra Fatima
beneath the alluring orb o' mineblisters and ache overwhelm the rhyme
By Snigdha Jaipuriyar
If you ask a historian studying late at nightTo explain the term “free as a kite”
By Suraj Gorti
Streets, are the most busiest places in our country. As, they're filled with hawkers cries, vehicles honk...
By Somi Patel
Aughing numbly to the chest painthat froze on the screen
By Sonika Sharma
Love comes and love goesit has so many highs but a few lows
By Sucorrine Jerome
I feel like a bird in captivity,seeking to fly up in the horizon.
By Sumedha Chakravarthy
Somedays, the city unfurls a map of secret sunny lanes.When I first chanced upon one such tucked-away street
By Umera Riyaz
Wishing to weep in the arms of my loverSeven seas away he stands