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By Ananya Gupta

Monochromatic play, my chessboard;
Is a slice of equality, for ages

By Ambica Wakhlu

On the streets of Delhi where traffic jams are a usual phenomenon, I once got stuck while coming to my hostel...

By Aiswarya Subramanian

With one hand on the old rusted railing and the other caught in the depths of my
tangled bushy hair...

By Aishee Ghoshal

And the once white marble turning a pale cream with time, like dusty brittle pages
of a book.

By Agnes Xavier

When I lay my head back on an Ola ride,

and wonder if I would reach my destination right !

By Afreen Khan

seeking to soar to unfathomable height
but my rein fall in the hands

By Adrita Chakraborty

She sat there, submerged in her thoughts. It had been two hours since she had
come back from the protest.

By Abhishek Sharma

I was born a girl on this strange blue planet, I didn’t know where I was.
But from when I was little...

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 what
was waiting there for me.

By Prerna Lama

In the still of the night
The streets were her saviour

By Priyanka Srinivasan

Wearing the heart on my sleeve
With horn sounds And crowded people

By Riju Gupta

Carrying a white sack
Crossed the drenched children

By Sakshi Pawar

As I stood there in my uniform
beaten 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 the
sky...

By Sakshi Sinha

I'm a vagrant traveller
Stumbled upon divergent path

By Samikshya Thapa

We clicked.

Matches are made in heaven, don’t they say?

By Sampurna Nanda

Which has the ability to enforce
The power to think about one's inner state of mind

By Sana Naazli

She was bored, sitting at home
Staring 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 fingers
through 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 chained
And still stood on my shoulders like a heavy

By Shreya Shukla

As I amble my way back from the 9 to 5 job
Surmising situations that make my monotony discord

By Smriti Sinha

Streets of India are where all the action is, quite literally. Except for maybe
procreating, 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' mine
blisters and ache overwhelm the rhyme