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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.
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.
By Divyaangni Chabba
I try beading flowers from my fallen stars. stars which once rose in the universe
By Shagun Azad
An Open letter,
Unmute yourselves and let us speak up today!
By Asenath Jane
Ru was just beginning to brush his teeth when his ringtone blared through the dusky afternoon disrupting his wildly romanticised imagination.
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.
By Yashasvi Pruthi
Moody,sad,happy,angry,enviousFeeling vacant, disdain and anxiousDon't you experience all these divines
By AYANA BHATTACHARYA
You see,one can never reallyunsee darkness
By Payal rekhawat Payal
I am too little maze ,with no permanent escape I am too little light pouring , through the night
By Mohit Pandey
A drop of magic potion down my throat I place,And the mystical journey of self loathing begins again
By Resmi Padiyan
I am an experimentalist.As art comes to artistI was chosen by the ways of seasons
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
By Sakshi Swarup
Timorous, Reticent, Reserved or Shy….From the very start, I was a shy kid.
By Christina Lego
It was raining and the breezing drizzle was waving the curtains through the window, on the warm couch sleeps Mrs Siyum
By Hanan Rukkiya
Perfection is an illusion, that you taught me,When i was dying and rotting.
By Prerna Athreya
On that stormy night, Heer decided to venture out. She had been longing for the weather to dramatically transform
By Padmasandhya S
A reflection,Tear-stained and smiling,Hiding the screams
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.
By Vaishali Sharma
Bemoaning for the souls cry,Wondering how far thee can go searching without a sigh?
By Namrata Pandit
My hair sways to my whimsThe guys love it when it falls over shouldersThe pretty girls like to ruffle my hair
By Ananya Singh
The first puff wasa gist of desire,the second one was
By Kiran Bhardwaj Kiran
Black clouds were floating in the dark sky, but on the ground, Rohini clubhouse was full of merriment.
By Gauri Tahmankar
Today once again I felt that pain in my chestRealising I am not at all making any progress but creating a mess
By Eileen Kerketta
As I mourn and weep in midnight,my body turns cold and hugs the gloomy darkness.
By Ria Chakraborty
At fourteen, I peered at my parents clasping the dog-eared lettersfrom the homeland with a searing yearning, grieving for a bustling town
By Shashwat Dubey
Yesterday I was having a conversation with Samarth, my close friend, where I was just cursing the teacher who punished me
By Kanika Sharma
Watching fiction, With deteriorating diction
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
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.
By Drishty kumar
Every night she sneaks away from himTo find a sound placeTo show some love to herself