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By Minal Rita
“Shivers run down my spineWhen I look back at those days"....
By Adithya Sharma
What is self-destruction? Do the choices we make, which set our life on fire, feel like self-destructive?
By Dikshita Saikia
My body waits for his touch,While I am gorging on the flavour chocolate fudge
By Antak Biswas
Growing roses from blood,This is a poem of rebellion How I lost my religion.
By Taira Dutta
I sit at the bare tip of a poverty stricken country. I am privileged, i am blessedYet I am trapped; aren't we all?
By Pragya Bharti
Being emotional shows the sensitive side of humans which is also important for social life and to live.
By Meera Swapnil
Merriam-Webster, since 1828 defines ‘Identity’ as ‘the distinguishing character or personality of an individual : INDIVIDUALITY’
By karnika chauhan
Indulgence loves both,The reckless and the romantic, The addiction and the distraction, Both likes its own.
By Jyoti Vishwakarma
What is life without living. And what is living without purpose. According to Merriam webster dictionary the definition of living.....
By Ramita Mukherjee
It's not another windy day, but a ghastly stormThe keys of the piano, clamour of the sharpest notes ever rung
By Rajat Tiwari
Who I am? Isn’t a question but a quest, That I’d rather escape, than face.
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 Ashna Saxena
I hold the icy pleasure in my hands,Admiring it for a moment
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.