By Khushboo Sharma Hello , Hi , wanna go out? Why? Nothing , just like that... To freshen up or maybe eat a snack... Everything is boring...

By Khushboo Sharma If one yearns for tranquil and ecstacy, One is welcome to go for a tour of Dalhousie Or as an alternative , visiting a...

By Swastik Shekhar Sarkar The pain defines the purpose for those who have fought Enough wars within. In my pain, I found my purpose, And...

By Swastik Shekhar Sarkar (The scene changed) And in the sunlit ocean, The girl who was seen Drowning deep in his arms; Now just had a...

By Swastik Shekhar Sarkar And they knew it then, In their awkward, little dance, That amidst the world's noises, They had found their...

By Swastik Shekhar Sarkar And each time it rained, He would reach out with his hands From that little barred widow in his cell To feel...

By Swastik Shekhar Sarkar And on the moonlit shore, They lay open to each other; Like pages eager to be inked Once and forever By Swastik...

By Swastik Shekhar Sarkar It was beautiful; How much she scared him, Made his heart race; Like the best mistake He was about to commit....

By Swastik Shekhar Sarkar And if you've ever chosen To bleed within Just to spare the ones Who have caused it, I am confident; You've...

By Swastik Shekhar Sarkar And I burn my poetries today, Hoping that the heat Keeps me alive, Amidst the echoes Of your cold words. By...

By Swastik Shekhar Sarkar They were too quick To judge his words, And to understand his silence. He felt it then; Why the lunatics bleed,...

By Swastik Shekhar Sarkar In perceptions, They knead reality with their own hands, Before it kills them. For lies keep us sane From the...

By Rachana Murthy I was only 12 when I heard the news first On my list of bad days that one was probably the worst My feral screams fell...

By Harmeet Kaur Stay, they say for you are home, While in the mountains, I fly How can I stay in a dome? I long for the boundless sky I...

By Harmeet Kaur The silver birds flying against a starry night sky, Sitting beneath the tree, I wonder why. Why did God make a person so...

By Harmeet Kaur In the attic’s hushed and dusty retreat, I find stories untold and memories, bittersweet. A treasure trove of moments lie...

By Harmeet Kaur “How does the color black taste?”, I hear. To answer the question whispered in my ear, I embark on a quest with a curious...

By Harmeet Kaur Running in a rat race, is undeniably an art, But wait, didn’t you start out to follow your heart? Where did those goals...