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By Rohit Nāg Question that anyone would beg to ask, "What path of men do you intend to tread, boy?" Although they'll ever see is but the...

By Rohit Nāg Of love transcendent, and the loved ones lost, Retrospect, we navigate the cost, Where grief's vast ocean whispers evermore,...

By Rohit Nāg Of love transcendent, and the loved ones lost, Retrospect, we navigate the cost, Where grief's vast ocean whispers evermore,...

By Rohit Nāg A moment adorned with prayers, The rising sun catches its first light. Soft shadows stretch across the earth, And the...

By Himanshu Ahuja My face witnessed the widest smile, And I poured my heart out like a juvenile! Seeing you in that bizarre blue attire,...

By Himanshu Ahuja The fire of wintry cold, Succumbed to the water, Poured by the sun, As rays unfold! One fine December noon, Knit myriad...

By Rajalakshmi S The day I saw you, I fell for you in that very moment. A breeze of thoughts stirred into my life Your glance pulled me...

By Rajalakshmi S I drew a flower with paper ashes, That dust resting in my hand. I didn’t mean to draw But I felt something in the ashes'...

By J. Jayaprakash The midnight air is full with unvoiced sighs, A dark lingers where no footsteps tread. She calls his name, but only...

By Chahat Kansal There’s someone I see, and I don’t know why, But he makes my heart race, makes me feel alive. The first time I noticed,...

By Chahat Kansal I feel like I’m stuck in my head, stuck in my bed. It’s night when the bed has a heart, and it rises from the dead. They...

By Chahat Kansal I am tired. Truly and utterly drained, Of loving in silence, my heart restrained. Of waiting, of hoping, of catching...

By Amritha. V I saw thousands of eyes over a black sea. It stood overnight like a  watchman of the paradise below. It blinks it's eyes...

By Diksha Mishra How do I hold it all in— The stillness of you,               Never truly still, Sleeping beside me.   Your hands drift...

By Diksha Mishra Drains clogged with sewage—                 her eyes,                 staring back at me. Vacant. In vain. Reverberating...

By Diksha Mishra A woman is born with all her eggs, and so was I— cradling my daughter within me, even as a formless pulse of life. I...

By Diksha Mishra I always save the last piece of cake                                             for you—                         so...