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By Achla Jha
बैठी हूं चुपआच्छादित मन, नयन मूंद
By Jiya Narang
In my epiphany, amidst the swathes of simpletons and their dulcet chatter on the busy street
By Rakhi Sameer
दिल आज़ाद, फितरत बाग़ी,नाम है मेरा — आवारगी।
By Anushka Sharma
A love that softens you, heals you, and makes you fall in love with yourself, too.
By Shreya Nanduri
I look at her, lost.Why is she here again?
By Shreya Pandey
In the shadows of the night, my innocence torn,My voice silenced, my spirit worn.
By Samriddhi Somwanshi
Mila na umar bhar maa ka pyaar jise,Use har surat mein maa dikhti hai.
By Vaishnavi Rana
Engulfing him is the aura of wisdom,Instilled in him slowly as he saw the rise and fall of thousands of kingdoms.
By Dhritiman Lal
Yes, I do savvy your rights, but fruit bats aredropping dead of heat waves, and Shimlayagya fire mountain pinescannot snuff out that night
By Kirti Bhardwaj
I never saw snow, its gentle embrace,Nor felt the sea breeze, a soft, salty trace.
By Akshohini Singh
Didi, it has been a year,I want you to be here.
By Kanika Vyas
Main te Mera Mann baithe c ,Ik dujey nu puchde haal bhala
By Utkarsh Kapoor
My dining seats twelve, yet I eat alone,In a mansion for eight, where silence has grown.
By Mangsha Subba
Dear love,I don’t know where you are. Don’t know what you want,
By Asmita Roy
In shadows deep, life’s tangled thread,A heart weighs heavy, a mind misled.What’s the true ache, the deepest pain?
By Soumya Bandhu
Salt spots,Choking,I am enraged, By Madness
By Nutan Bhatia
Smile through your ignorance,Smile in the fear,Smile when you see no hope anywhere,
By Aarju Thakur
If I am a wound to God I wonder what he might use to overcome me.If I am a wound to God I wonder what he might use to overcome me.
By Dr. Anamika Nath
In the whisper of Brahmaputra, in knowing the calm before the rage;
By Navya Kapoor
A king once lived with fire in his eyes.They burned with passion, immolating everything in sight.
By Dr. Silima Nanda
In the eerie hours of dawn,Slumber envelops,Stillness speaks—Its resonance sweet.
By Ishrath Fathima
Kitchen toys for infant females;Overworked women locked in a kitchen.
By Neha Saini
One little girl sitting alone in the night and gazing the beautiful moon and the stars, In a way that they could heal her scars.
By Shubhra Dahiya
What is themeaningof thiseverydaymayhem?
By Chakravati Rao
My thoughts for you, remain with me Like a secret treasure that only my eyes should see
By Rangehbok Lyngwa
I could ask a million questions And the world could provide answers
By Mareen Cherian
In the lyrics of melting memories,Thy bespoke fragrance lingers,Like the ebullient handshake of silence
By Joshua Anglo
For years, tucked in the church warehousemahogany wood covered with thin dust
By Sonia Oinam
The mourning has not ceasedanother deceased Manipuri whispers
By Soumya Doralli
She looks for the traces of homein memories as she wades through
