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By Niya Ajit Mahale
Grasping for a ledge not to be found,In a sea of your own thoughts, you feel drowned.
By Aditi Mishra
In the aftermath of a stormI find a blue handkerchiefhanging from a jasmine shrubwith hopes of being owned again.
By Isha Satam
Floating in an endless ocean,Lost my sense of direction.
By Neha Talukdar
A canvas etched, a moment caught,A soul laid bare, a tender thought.Beneath the surface, a heart so pure,
By Vansh Rastogi
They both grew at a different pace,One in an open garden and one in a golden vase.
By Sanithya Jayakumar
On the banks of a river, I gave my thoughts a rest...Little did they know, I awaited a test...
By Shristi Rudra Bhowmick
On Kailash's peak, where clouds embrace the stone,Sits Mahadeva, seemingly alone.
By Aneesh Chatterjee
Take me away from this sickening misery, my dearest, dreadfully delightful death!
By Anjandev Roy
The young bard writes,He soars high with the wings of poesy,But soon the severe reality drags him into the dingy earth.
By Kshitij Bader
Just as the smouldering black mass within me had begun to subside ,
By Debashree Biswal
O men, you innocent beingsYour soul is not pure but full of sins
By Diksha Tandon
Closed eyes, Brilliant smiles,
By Mansi Dugar
चल बता दिया अगर मैंने तुझे राज़ वो अपनाछुपाके दिल में, उसे ज़ुबां पर पाबंदी ला पाएगा क्या?
By Sugandha Bhandari
My opinions – don’t crumble, don’t fold.
By Md Asif Abdur Razzak
From the earliest light they gaze upon,To the same light that ends with them.
By Rishika Makharia
A Bharatnatyam dancerShe blossomed like a flowerDespite her hardshipsThe talent in her didn't hid
By Daxesh Patel
बूंद आसमां की आंखों से बारिश रूप है गिरती, मुझे सिंचता पानी तू है गदगद अवनी कहती;
By Samiksha Tripathi
Which place do they belong?The ones who played and didn't won.
By Eashani Chettri
dasai smells of curd, sugar and red paste-this red tika on my forehead
By Meghna C H
“Make it faster, the train leaves in 4 hours for God's sake”,yelled achan, while my amma’s spine shivered
By Daisy Anand
The dried fluid made me realise, that the pre-existing scars are triggered by the people that we once thought were ours.
By Priyankoo Kashyap Das
There are days when it hits you hard.
Your blessings,that is..and you realise that you are so lucky and truly grateful..
By Aniket Kotkar
This is a story I’m going to tell,Just promise me that you won’t yell.
By Wahengbam Niraj Singh
We've danced around like shadows in dusk,Each glance, a question neither dares to trust
By Saisha Prisca Sriram
I walked through a desolate land, where one could never see truth, But I was blessed to read and see the things the blind cannot!
By Kshiti Singh
How do I free myself Of the thick skinned,Who bounce constantly my wordsOff into the oblivion?
By Sushmita Kalashikar
Chol fire jayi abaar choto belaye, Shue thaki khola akasher tolaye,
By Sarvath Shetty
Voices like thunder, caught in the storm,A child was born between love unformed,
By Mishka Kapur
Come here, O child, it’s not safe,The world is now a dreadful place.
By Aruvi Saha
I lived my life knowing you would come,You would come, take me to where everythingwas numb.
