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By Khushi Arora The fact about when you stop prattling is that you get the Eagle eyes, a substantial observer, Holmes in your own way....

By Samika Ren Life without one, Will it be alright or not, In this dilemma, I lie To reach the shore; I wry Turmoil of life, What is it...

By Samika Ren Years of darkness, Turning me into the viscous evil, My soul has cages, In every corners are walls of breakage, My rage;...

By Samika Ren So long since I asked you, The life up above, 'Cause I keep trying, To catch up with, the Timeless Train. Remember the...

By Samika Ren Walking through the alleys of an old town road, Crispy autumn leaves get crushed underneath. The fragrance of the freshly...

By Samika Ren Gone without you for very long, More than I thought I could. The feel of your hard-core hand, Etched across mine still. You...

By Samika Ren I remember clearly Your splendid, beaming grins Had I possessed insight then Of the miles you'd traverse, where life...

By Samika Ren Engulfed by the black, Dark specters surrounded. Yet all shine and bright As you peak through the dark. Moon. As pretty as...

By Parizad Gaur Pain and agony, have been stripping me, humiliating me, slitting my wrists and making me ripped from every edge of my...

By Parizad Gaur Laughter echoes even in uneven streets, But cries are never heard even in four walled room Full of eyes For that the sun...

By Parizad Gaur The autumn leaves fall on the thirsty brown ground, Yellow, orange, red and grey The sweeper with a covered face in a...

By Parizad Gaur We sat on the chair right next to the doctor’s door, Looking at the changing positions of the cat shaped white clouds Of...

By Parizad Gaur Like raindrops glued to the car’s window, Like platters of water on the road remain, As shallow as to stand with pain...

By Parizad Gaur The smell of a hospital is awful Is it how it smells before death? Or is it the smell that enters the nostrils before...

By Parizad Gaur On the top of the building, The pink déjà vu of the hybrid painted sky, The orange sun setting by, The flickering lights...

By Alika Gupta i don’t worry when a chick go, cause i don’t add, i multiply. my math game strong with the “i hate feminism” and “you...

By Alika Gupta the Microscope at the end of the Telescope I’m convinced that if you could have witnessed an evening so incredible and...

By Ammu Ashok All alone, I navigate along the frozen shoreline, recollecting harrowing past memories of my family. Abandoned, nomadic,...