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By Nyaring Rongsak
I had enough of the sober vibes you bring in every dawn; in destitute chilling the sparkle within the hearts
By Karanpreet KaurThe feeling of always being left out.Lips break into an awkward smile and ears turn pink.Eyes trembling into...
By Aiman UmmeThe girl I shared every secret with became a distant memory, a name in my phone I never pressed...
By Hriyanshi GuptaWhat is it that I grieve for?Unhinged unknowing sadness madness.Harm myself,And hurt my soul.
By Suchitra KumbarThe days pass by as if they are in a hurry,The nights seem to slug along.I wonder if...
By Deepak Pariharवो दिन वो राते ही अच्छी थी,जब बैठना होता था मुझे मेरी माँ के साथ,डाट थी माँ पिता...
By Brianna Giri ShullaiI fear to write,I fear ordinary, boring rather.If only someone could free me,In truth, nothing would change,
By Anvisha Nagda
How crazy it is that every time,When a war is struck between worldsAnd even when cruelty is at...
By Swatee MiittaHellooooo!Is everyone onboard?It's your familiar friend Fog,Remember me?
By Geetakshi AroraIf I could paint,I would paint the sky with the colour of your eyes,and won’t say whether it
By Komal Aandhiwal
Honey dipped sunshine eyes,my inner child starts counting.
By Niranjana Balram Menon
You were neighbours turned lovers,But that love had turned sour, For you spoke different tongues,
By Divya Gupta
Sweating in the chill air,My head bowed low,Search
By Amber Haque
A far cry awoke me.Awoke me from my deep slumber.Deep slumber in which I was sleeping.
By Dr VedVyas Vishwanathan
Sabr nahi tha usseFursat hi kahan mili,Ki woh apni zindagi Jee paayega kabhi,
By Sabyasachi Bardoloi
Imagine a day when the autumn winds slowly herald their passage to winter.Colours so beautiful slowly turn to grey.
By Miraya Mittal
In my mother’s eyes,You’re still fifty-five. She talks of you, to this day,
By Ameya Agarwal
A wanderer whose roads, They lead, To a place he can no longer go. Till then, I will walk, Blind, deaf, and mute,
By Abhinav Panwar
I find my solace in the walls this chilled. And dance to my tune, with the lid shut tight, Aware yet unaware of an oddly familiar fight.
By Nitesh Tak
कभी तो लगता है मैं सीधा सादा हूं और खयाली मुझे बिगाड़ना चाहते है... उम्र बड़ रही है मेरी... ये बचपन में ही जीना चाहते है...
By SRIJANI ROY
The young man was there. He didn’t cry nor swear. But onlookers say His eyes glistened with a drop of tear.
By Archit Thakur
संग एक डगमाती सी नाव में, जीवन के छोटे पथराव में जो थे अनजान से चेहरे, लगते हैं वो अब यार कोई
By Sagarika Gourkhede
When there were seriously friends group With actual plans about playing, & Not just planning for decades just for meeting.
By Shashi Bisht
जानती हो माँ,कब, हिय हर्षित हो उठता है। जब लोग मुझसे यह कहें, मुझमें,तुम्हारा प्रतिबिंब दिखता है।
By Priyanka Ailawadhi
जीवन की डोर सिर्फ़ प्यार से ही बंधी हैधरती पर सिर्फ़ माता-पिता ही थे,बचपन से किशोरावस्था तक,
By Mansi Chauhan
As right as rain, She has been there, In all my battles, Fighting more than me.
By Amlan Roy
It was a country,That retained the maximum autonomy, In all spheres of administration,
Dr Anu Dalal
I'll wait for my day,When I have a response to all the noise around,
By Kamalika Bhattacharya Ray
তোমার কোলে তে সৃষ্টি আমার, তুমি যে আমার প্রাণ,আমি ঘুমাই তোমার বুকেতে মাগো, শুনে ঘুম পাড়ানির গান।
By Faisal Ahmed
۔۔۔۔۔۔نظم ( چاۓ اور ہم)۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔ہر غم کی، دردِ سر کی، سب کی دوا ہے چاۓ بیوی نے گر اُبالی تو پھر نشہ ہے چاۓ
