By Khushi Arora There are days I feel hollow And there are days I overflow. Sometimes I scream inside my head and on some days, I cry out...

By Khushi Arora I never cared enough about my voice unless I found myself solo in a space, brimming with people. I never thought enough...

By Khushi Arora My eyes have been a comfort place for hopelessness yet my lips have the brightest shades of smiles. My heart feels out of...

By Dhanishtha De Look at me, let me paint the scene, Teenage struggles, yes, you know what I mean. Navigating life, it's a bumpy ride,...

By Dhanishtha De Adult hypocrisy, it's hard to ignore, They preach one thing, but their actions ignore. "Do as I say, not as I do," they...

By Dhanishtha De In the realm of solitude, I tread alone, Where shadows dance and whisper, soft and low A heart's echo lingers, an...

By Disha Ransingh It’s a timeless sapphire that skims and sails shoreless Like it’s misty eyes just gaze at the sky for a blue lotus...

By Disha Ransingh They say I’m just a faded unembellished painting That my colours aren’t bright enough to keep the eyes chanting Or that...

By Disha Ransingh My phone screen basked in that single ray of afterlight As I watched my mother’s number with heart’s pounding fright...

By Disha Ransingh Indeed, it’s not just my books that I carry in the school bag but a brown leaf from the branch where my soul hangs,...

By Disha Ransingh It’s in a snap of fingers they paint our hearts with stigma and blame our burning teardrops for a free air and thought;...

By Disha Ransingh Have you ever ran to the woodland with Shakespeare under the moonbeam and heard him say in that play of midsummer...

By Disha Ransingh The roses in the wedding bouquet were still breathing When he gave her that first bruise under the stringed lights...

By Disha Ransingh Somehow the sand in her hourglass almost stopped falling, the second her first needle pricked her arms with a blood...

By Disha Ransingh Beneath the afterglow, saw her eyes glimmering through the windowpane Deep brown as a driftwood, with tulips and iris...

By Disha Ransingh It was somewhere when I hadn’t walked the street of spring A time when my angels turned a lonely spirit with no wings...

By Subhobrato Mukherjee Within a chamber bathed in candlelight's gleam, A fragile hand weaves dreams like a whispered scheme, A letter's...

By Subhobrato Mukherjee Within the tapestry of antiquity's loom, Unveils a saga of Ashwatthama, veiled in gloom, Mahabharata's pages, his...

By Subhobrato Mukherjee Upon their faces, scars bear deep, A haunting tale of pain they keep. The acid's venom, a cruel attack, Left...

Subhobrato Mukherjee In the twilight hours, between dusk and dawn, A tale unfolds, a bond that's been drawn. A son and his dad, a...