By Karthika Rajan This mask we wear The debt we pay for our treachery Stealing life as it goes. The air from our lungs. The strength from...

By Karthika Rajan My roots grew far too deep Buried deep inside an undernourished soil That leached everything from me Everything I once...

By Karthika Rajan I feel a little old today A little more imperfect I'm no longer the girl with secret diaries or flower crowns Rather...

By Karthika Rajan What if I’m a star stuck around a black hole Orbiting around As a mute commentator of all that is known, unknown and...

By Sneha Kumari You know how they say, writing the last chapter is always the toughest. You tend to run out of ideas, and there is...

By Kruthi Deepthi Lakkaraju My dear innocent daughter, I apologise for deciding not to welcome you into this world. Don’t be wrongly...

By Sanjnna Girdhar यह विचित्र माया है, यह कैसा समा मेरे मन पर छाया है... मैंने नहीं पुकारा था किसी को भी, फिर वो क्यों मेरे दर पर आया है।...

By Arya Pawar It’s 4:00 AM and a perplexing dilemma overshadows. I should feel guilty, I should be rocking back and forth as anxiety...

By Anant Kajaria He is that mystic shadow you see from the corner of your eye. He cares not of what you think, moves ahead, oblivious and...

By Shivam Mishra चिट्ठियाँ खो गईं! साथ ही खो गईं तुम्हारी यादें जो न जाने क्यूँ मगर बड़े जतन से संजो के रखी थीं मैंने अलमारी की ऊपर वाली...

By Reedhima Tyagi June 15 2008 I am playing in our front yard under the watchful gaze of my mother. The colours of the sky seep into my...

By Adrija Bhaduri In the October of 2018, I went to Stockholm, the capital of Sweden, for a month. My father, a Software Developer, often...

By Misha Raj I’m here again. Re-reading old poems. They stare at me with wide eyes. “Welcome back.” They say, “won’t you sit with us?”...

By Misha Raj I’m here again. In this space between the pages. Watching ashen flames devour parchment like it’s skin. Floating like a...

By Shraddha Arya When the clouds look gray, It resembles bottling up for a massive downfall. Followed by the screaming agony of thunders,...

By Aishwarya Jayal She’s exquisite like a collector’s doll. Dainty, porcelain beauty, Dark as the night, With the eyes of a feral cat...

By Aishwarya Jayal It’s not that I don’t believe you. Every word you utter Takes its own curious shape In the form of air, Bent many...