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By Ruth Angela
A spirit awakens from shadows it weeps,The journey is long, a fragile delight
By Arunima Biswas
Encompassing portable memories with boundaries to ponderA shelter from every delirium and swaddling innocent wonder
By Ananya Kumari
Dear future me,ten years from now,how's life?...
By Sonam Karki
If we are meant to beCome nakedNo status to wear like armour...
By Swarnima Pandey
Dear dad, Will I ever be enough?Strong enough to handle the hate you throw my way...
By Manupriya Jauhari
When skies were blue and grass grew anew,When winds ran free and rivers too...
By Manpreet Chadha
क्या मैं शिक्षित हूं ? मैं खुश हूं मेरा भारत शिक्षित हो रहा है ।मैं खुश हूं नए भारत का सूर्य उदय हो रहा है...
By Manoj Sharma
एक लम्हे में जब रात बस अपने घर जाने को थीसुबह की रौशनी अँधेरे को चीर के बस आने को थी...
By Shikha Lahiri
कभी-कभी चाहतों कोपंख नहीं मिलते,कभी पंख मिलते हैं मगर......
By Saguna Wadhwa
फिर सुबह हुईफिर ये दिल ख्वाहिशों की दहलीज़ पर जा कर खड़ा हो गया।चाहता क्या था जानता नहीं था पर चाहिए था इससे कुछ...
By Naina Agrawal
To all the time I've thought you're mine,I was indeed blind
By Arbaz Khan
बातें बड़ी मैं करता ज़माने में शान से।देता ना दाई को कभी अपने मकान से।
By Tanya Rampal
Am I a good person?I often asked myself,for my morality was no white knight,
By Yadawanka Pala
I have never tried to write in my mother tonguemy two year old does not even speak Pnar
By Tripura Ranade Arora
"Not a fairytale. Not even close."He never asked for shiny sparkles,Was confused beneath the cinder.
ये प्यार है क्या या है कोई उफानदिल की गहराइयों में क्यू है तूफ़ानए खुदा दे कोई सिला, मेरी मोहब्बत का...
By Kirtika Sharma
Humans are tied to their fate,deceived by what they call 'destiny'.They wish to be remembered by the world..
By Jyoti Gupta
क्या मेरा अस्तित्व है, जाने अब कहाँ हूँ मैं |कहते हैं इश्वर से बढ़कर हूँ, सब कहते हैं माँ हूँ मैं ||
By Ankita Badoni
मन के हारे बैठे हैं प्रभु, अब तो तुमको आना होगाहे राम तुम्हें इस युग में फिर से..
By Girish Saraf Bendke
In depths where silent storms reside, A brine-born bead begins its glide— A crystal forged from sorrow’s breath...
By Susmin Eapen
One fine evening,I strolled through the streetNature at its best....
By Satabdi Saha
Now I am hereWearing my ragged cloakMask crumpled..
By Ila Trivedi
फटी, चिथड़ी, बदरंग, बदहाल, बेज़ुबां —आखिर ये किसने रची औरत के इस रूप की दास्तां?
By S. R LohithI felt a worry, a fear so true;About the Earth, and what will we do.
By Sushma Krishnan
They say that life is a pre-destined dramaA game the Creator plays using our karma
By Ankit Sharma
फ्रेशर पार्टी की वो शाम थी,बाकी शाम की तरह वो भी मेरे लिए आम थी।
By Ashabari Bhaumik
As the ocean gulps down the boiling red beauty.The sand holds the boatsman as he stares at the ruby.
By Ridhima Pore
Look straight in the mirror.Meet your own eyes and ask them,“Do I doubt you?”
By Yasir Alam
It is what it isWhispered the friend
By Soumyajit Roy
I can see a storm brewing in a skullI can hear blood cells colliding
