By Ritika Singh मत पूछ मुझे कल रात का हाल, बता दिया तो दीवाना समझ लेगा, बात कुछ भी नहीं, फिर भी गर निकली, तो आह को भी फ़साना समझ लेगा, हम...

By Sreya Sreedas Let me come home. Into your arms. Let me lay pieces of moonlight in your hair Let me read those invisible stories...

By Ritika Singh उसकी आरज़ू में रात भर सोए नहीं, अश्क आंखों में थे फिर भी रोए नहीं, खुदा से मांगते रहे बस यही दुआ, दिल में है जो तस्वीर वो...

By Sreya Sreedas There are too many kinds of people. People like fine bone China, people like black ink, quill nibs and parchment. People...

By Sreya Sreedas Do you know why I love you so? Do you know how I love you so? Every deep dark demon in you? Darling. My sweet love, It's...

By Sreya Sreedas I'll come for you. When our wild youth slips through our fingers and these feelings set in stone fades in the swelling...

By Bibi Ayesha M. Nadaf Life is not simple But simple is itself simple Then why make things complicated When way to success is step ahead...

By Sreya Sreedas The fullness of Grief ebbed away in its glacial pace but barely did I notice, till I was filled to brim with something...

By Sreya Sreedas Basking in the ember light of your love I lay in the shadows of your care and grow and grow and grow Bearing Iris' in...

By Sreya Sreedas I thought eyes closed Home Home Home All the way home And once I had seen it; Once I am here; I found it wanting I am...

By Amol Mishra उस बुझी सी राख पर, सुप्त होती नदी किनारे कुछ गर्म हवाओं के थपेड़े अधजली कुछ लकड़ियाँ स्वेत वस्त्र की काली छाह और थक चुकी...

By Bhavita Varma My little Ozzie baby. He seems to have an odd affinity for my chappal. The little idiot even stationed himself weirdly...

By Amol Mishra सवाल ही तो उठ रहे कि 'आप ' पर या आप में? जो स्तब्ध है अब यहाँ, तेरा वो स्वार्थ है या परमार्थ है ? फिर रुके जो तुम तो छाँव...

By Amol Mishra पहले भी होती थी यूँ तो शहादत, करते थे लोग उनकी इबादत, पहले भी रोती थी छोटी सी बच्ची, करते थे नेता जमके सियासत। इस बार...

By Bhavita Varma I hate how I feel like I've forgotten him How he felt, his soft smooth fur, His tiny black wet velvet nose And how he...

By Bhavita Varma I sometimes miss my anxiety, when I take in a sharp breath expecting to feel that sharp stab of painful butterflies, and...

By Sharanya S Rao Achilles’ grief He finally came to his senses and when it all sinked in he realized he was cursed to live while half of...

By Bhavita Varma I think I've always been waiting. Waiting to be a better a me, Tomorrow. The me of tomorrow doesn't have to Fight an...

By Sharanya S Rao My thoughts seem stolen from the short-lived epiphany of drowning in yours I wish for no more, no less for we already...

By Deeksha Agrawal An ocean full of wisdom as tiny as a dot of light consumed all vocabulary on a sleepless night Neither intoxication...