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Welcome to the community blog of DelSlam. Here you can read truthful writings on things that matter in our lives. Share your thoughts in the comments section.

Yours, Eternally

Yours, Eternally

By Isvi Mishra

It was odd seeing his fingers lie so still. All Julia had seen those fingers do was poise their elegant selves on the strings. 

YOU MAKE THE WORLD

YOU MAKE THE WORLD

By Jhalak Soni

So first let me tell my story. I lost my mother when I was 14 years old. And by losing her I lost faith in god.

The Invisible War

The Invisible War

By Divyaangni Chabba 

I try beading flowers from my fallen stars. 
stars which once rose in the universe

Self -Destruction

Self -Destruction

By Shagun Azad

An Open letter, 

Unmute yourselves and let us speak up today!

Golden

Golden

By Asenath Jane

Ru was just beginning to brush his teeth when his ringtone blared through the dusky afternoon disrupting his wildly romanticised imagination.

Who am I?

Who am I?

By Aarohi Sharma

"Who am I? " A question that had always lingered on the tip of my tongue, a question who's answer played games with my words. 

I-dent-identities

I-dent-identities

By Yashasvi Pruthi

Moody,sad,happy,angry,envious
Feeling vacant, disdain and anxious
Don't you experience all these divines

Aletheia

Aletheia

By  AYANA BHATTACHARYA

You see,
one can never really
unsee darkness

93 percent stardust

93 percent stardust

By Payal rekhawat  Payal 

I am too little maze ,with no permanent escape 
I am too little light pouring , through the night 

 

Alcohol

Alcohol

By Mohit Pandey

A drop of magic potion down my throat I place,
And the mystical journey of self loathing begins again

Experimentalist

Experimentalist

By Resmi Padiyan

I am an experimentalist.
As art comes to artist
I was chosen by the ways of seasons

The existential abyss

The existential abyss

By Muthu krishnan

It is at fault, that we are born with the idea something within is missing. 
Addled with it is the human brain

The Story you Tell Yourself becomes your Identity

The Story you Tell Yourself becomes your Identity

By Sakshi Swarup

Timorous, Reticent, Reserved or Shy….
From the very start, I was a shy kid. 

Drugs

Drugs

By Christina Lego

It was raining and the breezing drizzle was waving the curtains through the window, on the warm couch sleeps Mrs Siyum

It's loud

It's loud

By Hanan Rukkiya

Perfection is an illusion, 
that you taught me,
When i was dying and rotting.

The Streetlamp

The Streetlamp

By Prerna Athreya

On that stormy night, Heer decided to venture out. She had been longing for the weather to dramatically transform

Reflections

Reflections

By Padmasandhya S

A reflection,
Tear-stained and smiling,
Hiding the screams

THE LAYERS OF IDENTITY

THE LAYERS OF IDENTITY

By Shivani Kshirsagar

A person`s identity is like make-up, because it has so many layers! We appear in various forms to the outside world. 

Imperishable bubble of illusion

Imperishable bubble of illusion

By Vaishali Sharma

Bemoaning for the souls cry,
Wondering how far thee can go searching without a sigh?

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