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By Avika Jha
At about eleven I made a demented promise. Nobody in my small town believes in magic.
By Brahm Dayal
आज जब मैं देखता हूँ तुम्हे बड़ा होते हुए,एकाएक मेरे दिल में ख्याल आता है कि
By Anshu Kumari
मुक्कमल होगी वो खुशियां,जो तेरे हिस्से में हैं l
By Anshika Chamoli
Her radiant face appeared,different from lilies
By Ruchira Banerjee
The stars shine and dance above the sky at night.The dark lane shimmers with the street light
By Leona Baiju
Leaning in the corner of my room,My tears kissed my cheeks with love
By Anita Srinivasan Kumar
The morning mist is scented,And the surf is breaking on the shore
By Madduri Hemant
Hey, the river, why you cry,Left abandoned, still you try.
By Monisha Thomas
The book of stories and poemsLie strewn all over the world
By Anjali Saxena
The hidden gem, an extraordinary unseen treasure,
Maybe my body left you, but my soul would neverAs I promised I would stay with you forever
By Jastin Sekhon
ਕੀ ਆਖਾਂ ਰੱਬ ਦੇ ਇਸ ਨਿਰਮਾਣ ਨੂੰ,ਸਾਡੇ ਹਵਾਲੇ ਜਿਨਾਂ ਕੀਤਾ ਇਸ ਕਾਇਨਾਤ ਨੂੰ
By Arunima Dutta
Physical love versus spiritual loveOh what an elegance!
By Akshatha Alva
What is this feeling?So profound, yet endless.
By Shomik Dasgupta
He who steers the languid dawn and wakes the world up, O Mitra of Light!Begets this bard to bow to the Stygian dusk, the Varuna of Night!
आज में हूँ जीतामैं आज में हूँ जीताकल की सोचे भागड़ बिल्लाआज मैं हूँ चीता
By Muskan Bhupesh
I imagined it for days-A day wrapped in ribbons and lace
By Harine A.L
Bravery persists, but so does fear. Yet thy shall never cease to be, my dear
By Divya Dhoundiyal
My mother’s favorite dupatta.I was 10, turning them into sarees,
By Lochoi P John
L ove of youth doesn’t almost contain loveO nly appearance being measured, hence
By Anuradha Anoop
അടുക്കളയുടെ അരണ്ട വെളിച്ചത്തിൽ
लफ्ज़ों को जब कविता में पिरोती हूँ, क़लम खुद-ब-खुद ही तुम्हारी बातें लिखती है
सुना था मैने कि रंगत सवर जाती है प्यार में, तोह फिर क्यों उस रंगत पर अब मुझे मलाल होने लगा हैं।
By Krittika Banerjee
Grief is a fickle beast
Dr. Anju Sabharwal
The world looks down on thoseWho have a different thought and ethos
By Navneet Ramesiddhi
क्या तुमने कभी देखा है एक ही वक्त पर अलग अलग वक्त की अलग तस्वीरें
By Naveen Veerabhadra
ಮನವೆ ಮೊಗ್ಗಾಗದಿರು ಅರಳಿ ಹೂವಾಗು ನಿಂತ ನೀರಾಗದಿರು ಹರಿಯೊ ಜಲವಾಗು ।
By Aaditi Kapre
The reels on insta, I realise, Are reeling me in real tight,
By Chandra B Rasaily
The pigeons flyfrom one stone of the palace
By Ashutosh Pawar
There's something wrong upon that hillCause everything there seems to be still
