By Hardik Jain Is it someone who sits under a tree, and look for the sunshine, that pierces through the leaves. Is it someone who sits in...

By Manoj Vaz Ramchandran The bright flashes followed her soul, She posed but the anguish strode on, The world shone but her mind ran...

By Hardik Jain "What do you write," they'd asked. I replied. I write about the people now, The ones I know and the ones I don't. I...

By Manoj Vaz Ramchandran Explicitly, essentially, eventually; eternity will end, The world as we know it will cease to exist. The sun...

By Hardik Jain The rush that fills my senses When I put words to stagnant air, The high I get from putting pen to journal ls simply...

By Hardik Jain Unsettled thoughts, they swirl and spin, Too much to hold, they pour within, The ink runs low, but still I try, To write...

By Manoj Vaz Ramchandran Trapped with nowhere to turn, Life changing beyond my control. Ego to pacify, money to burn, A ruthless PRIDE...

By Hardik Jain All around me are the words, Floating like stars, Each one is shining brightly, Each one is leaving scars. Some of them...

By Manoj Vaz Ramchandran Up above the world in strife, Flew a dove, determined as ever. The message could mean life, After all, the war...

By Hardik Jain In a world where distance reigns, And barriers divide our hearts. We find solace in human bonds. A power that sets us...

By Manoj Vaz Ramchandran I have the will to do something, But no will to know what. Because I will fall for anything, At the drop of a...

By Hardik Jain In the realm of longing, where desires collide, There lies a thoughtful, profound, and wide. "The desire to know your own...

By Manoj Vaz Ramchandran Bobbing, weaving through the turbulent gush, Navigating rocks towards an empty dream. At times slow and...

By Hardik Jain In the whispers of solitude, I find my solace, An introvert's path, veiled in gentle grace. A precious journey, adorned...

By Manoj Vaz Ramchandran The boy crouched behind the banyan tree, His slingshot ready to stone. Taking baby steps from child to man, He...

By Hardik Jain In the bygone days of yore, a tale unfolds, Of a nation's ardour and valour that transcends moulds. From the annals of...

By Angadvir Singh Through the whirling winds,from the cries of despair, from the features ugly and beauties gleaming fair, there is...

By Alika Gupta we hear metal to metal; element to element; bone to bone. we hear building up and revering of what we will abandon within...

By Alika Gupta I’m convinced that if you could have witnessed an evening so incredible and thick with muted yellow mustard, my grandma’s...

By Iqra Sarfraz Khan THE CHRONICLES Not all the scars are shown Not all the wounds heal You can't always see The pain somebody feels They...