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By-Nidhi Ahuja
I brushed a stroke of orange on a clean coral canvas
and waited not too long to see its meaning fade....
By-Stuti Garg
Each night as it strikes ten
The destructive thoughts ring the bell...
By-Aditi Choudhury
Tears screeching loud in silence
Silence that surrounds as if stolen from graveyards...
By-ज्योति जेठानी
एक चिड़िया थी छोटी सी
गुमसुम सी… खामोश सी…
By-Aiman Asad
Didn't you had a reputation to maintain?
How to be perfect you were trying yourself to train...
By-Drizzela D’Souza
Break the ten letter word
She uttered with pink cheeks...
By-Sakshi Jain
The boy next door was crimson
The boy on the first bench from class, teal....
By-Vidhi Singh
Akelapan bhata hai mujhe ab
Logo ka kehna hai logo se milo...
By-Iram Zuber
She loved him like how the night loves the dark sky,
Like how loneliness loves the heartache...
By-Srilakshmi U Sirumath
Every breath you muster courage
to draw in, is but another anxious thought...
By-Lalfakawmi Lalfakawmi
And so the rain keeps pouring
as you drench yourself....
By-Tamalika Banerjee
Oh life! Why me?
In between screams & tears....
By-Dimple Gupta
sometimes I feel I'm not enough
that this body and soul put together...
By-Tulza Kakde
With the fluttering of my wings,
I want to shatter the bars of this cage.
By-Anupriya Palni
My bony fingers skim through the list of names,
The people that I kiss fall asleep and lay....
By-Aditi Dhar Choudhury
A young girl, all of sixteen,
Huddled up in a corner...
By-Tamanna Bangthai
I sat among the clouds, hoping for a glance of you
Wondering if the height would suffice this time...
By-Simran Basra
I cry,
then I smile....
By-Pallavi Priyamvada
Hands of a lover,
hits of a husband.
By-Shristi Pandey
People may say spring is here
Everything is upstaged with fragrance too...
By-Shailey Kadam
On the hospital bed...
I have been tossing and turning my head.
By-Suchismita Ghoshal
The dark room beckons me,
filled with a icy street of frozen blood....
By-Ahladita L
Dark walls keep pushing
Her soul to the depths...
By-Deepika M
You turn off the lights, to call it a day, as you prepare to sleep,
your mind flickers to a certain incident that happened earlier in the day...
By-Namratha Sharma
It knocks on my door
Every night and day...
By-Radhika R
today
when you stand
in front of the mirror...
By-Nirali Bandaru
I plead, I plead, day and night,
to free me from thoughts, grey yet right.
By-Kritika Naithani
A bus stop, heavy rains A couple stumbles in, drunk in love or on something else.
By-Rahul Gupta
I may be emotional and prone to getting attached a little too easily but I am not weak.
By-Ayushi Jain
At age 10
I wandered, I ran out...
