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By Adam Zagajewski
Between the computer, a pencil, and a typewriter
half my day passes. One day it will be half a century.
By Additiya Kar
Without realising my eyes would always follow and notice this old man sitting in the bus queue eating something
By Aditi Shah
Gunmetal-grey moustache, jaded crow's feet,the derby's spoke all concrete english
By Maria Uzma Ansari
Even though I hate naming things, I could never live in cities divided into sectors
By Ishani Shambhobi Ghosh
I’d rather watch the moonthan count motorbikes to sleep
By MUKUL KUMAR
By Alivia Ghosh
The closed shutters have gathered dustLike unvisited graveyards.
By Sumedha Chakravarthy
Somedays, the city unfurls a map of secret sunny lanes.When I first chanced upon one such tucked-away street
By Dyondra Wilson
Walking home from work today, I saw a Korean woman setting up flowers at the back of her truck.
By Varisha Abdullah
Mama’s love for shopping was unconditional and mine, for her. So, on each trip tothe market...
By Ananya Sahoo
I live on the most peculiar street in the world,A pretty bubble if you may...
By Harsha Sewani
I gaze outside the window,as the sun conceals behind the clouds.
By Navneet Bahri
Bracketed by a million beginnings and endingsBorn of bondage to approval and praise
By Nikunj Agnihotri
Bubbling with a childish enthusiasm in the air.Is letting the innocent, the small black shadows
By Akshita Sharma
To hold on to a tether firm enoughTo shoulder her aching heart.
By Prarthi Dholakia
It’s funny how my parents named me Bindu because I am a boy and boys are supposed to be named...
By Kamakshi Farswan
Sitting next to the car’s window, with her head resting on the door, she was admiring the view outside.
By Naphilakmen Syiemlieh
Packed with cacophony,The hustle - bustle of the streets never seems to end
Her energy is beyond her own league,she has a spirit of bird,she has the innocence of rabbit
By Abhishek Anand
I couldn’t feel, I couldn’t breatheIt was like I will never heal..
By Rishika Kaushik
I’m not a morning person but I woke up early one day,I used to think the moon holds secrets
By Karna Pandey
I sought wings and get chained to the skyfor the birds are free is a lie & a lie
By Aditi Shukla
I have been a womanSince when thy use toHide us in houses
By Additya Kar
I recently heard this from my brother that today's world is nothing but people full of sarcasm and humour.
By Dr. Sachidananda Panda
Was one such act of valor, out of manyWe paid for freedom, as a nation sovereign
By Kartikey Tripathi
Films, when reading against the grain as cinematic texts, can reveal vehicles of a particular ideological dispensation.
By NEHA BAXLA
“Grandnan wake up, we have so many preparations to do, you can’t be sleeping like an old lady”
By Preeti Rungta
As I look at that birdFlying higher in the sky
By Pratibha Dubey
The smooth and grey shiny streetFalling on the wet road is the sparkling light
By Pragati Sharma
A cramped, crowded place,
Where the poor transit on footpath's base