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By Chaitali Deepesh Sinha A dance that represents Bali’s culture and tradition, It tells the story of The Ramayana- a great epic, A story...

By Rhea Wadhwa Rising before dawn is a bliss Beautiful Universe deserves a kiss The world so quiet Not even a single bird in sight With...

By Chaitali Deepesh Sinha On mutual decision, we decided to visit the place, I prepared myself to enjoy in my mental space. We reached...

By Rhea Wadhwa Freedom means to be free, But, how are we free? No garden, No play, At home we all stay, Miss those days around the tree,...

By Chaitali Deepesh Sinha Standing in the water, Waiting for my turn, When I was stagnant, A wave came in the row, And I fell in the...

By Rhea Wadhwa When Life is tough Road ahead is completely rough Looks like no one's by your side Just finding a place to hide To wipe...

By Vikas Kumar Lodhi गम इस बात का नहीं कि, दिल लगा बैठे किसी से। तकलीफ़ तो तब हुई, जब उम्मीद भी लगा बैठे उसी से। खुश तो तब थे, जब अपनी...

By Swati Mohana Krishnan Yesterday I removed a corpse from my ear. It was fully preserved; every limb was intact and a scientist would...

By Monalisa Nahak Time feels out of sync. All I feel is frustration. I’m doing what I am asked to do, just like everyone else; I’m...

By Devika Bhattacharya They open those wilted pages, Slowly turning over uneventful days. He wonders who saw her unwritten stories, In...

By Devika Bhattacharya Neon lights,glowing glitters, Fool's gold, still appears attractive. Sultry eyes,heat filled voice, Toxic maybe...

By Sarah Mehdi Heather Heather, I think this life is flawed, For all the drinks I cheered to and all the dreams I danced with, came with...

By Jerusha Lindsey N The moon must be tired being in poems. She is scribed by every artist beautifully portrayed. There are nights when...

By Jerusha Lindsey N One shines with deep green eyes, the other with crimson. Eyes that lure people into purgatory prison. They pierce...

By Jerusha Lindsey N She feels powerful. Devours the evil within her. She stands in front of her mirror. Facing her unbidden recurrence...