Writings Submitted

By Shivansh Soni घर से अकेला निकल आता हूं रातों में, बैठ किसी टपरी पर मन की बात लिख लेता हूं। कुछ तो जादू है इन चाय की चुस्कियां में,  जो...

By Shivansh Soni खुल के जीता हूं हर दिन  दर्द सच्चाई के भी सहता हूं  तो क्या हुआ अगर थोड़ा झूठ कहता हूं दिल किसी का दुखाता नहीं  बस अपने...

By Shivansh Soni ऐ मन मान जा क्यों और दर्द सहना चाहता है  क्यों और सपने सजाता है जब पुराने ही पूरे नहीं कर पाता है क्या तुझे पता नहीं की...

By Shivansh Soni क्या मजा है वक्त को गुजरते देखने का हर धड़कन का एहसास करा जाता है क्योंकि वक्त कभी थमता नहीं, हम रुक जाते हैं हर रोज की...

By  Yenugu Tanmaya చిరు చినుకుల జడి వానకి వీడుకోలు పలుకుతూ సన్నటి చలి మోసుకొచ్చే శీతాకాలం కి స్వాగతం పలికింది కాలం…...

By Iram was always kind to others, offering my warmth like sunlight to their shadows. I cried for them, my blue-grey tears watering the...

By Iram यह कई रूपों में आती है कभी पेट में जलती है, कभी मन में, कभी यह जिस्म की मांग बन जाती है, तो कभी सत्ता और दौलत की। पैसों की भूख,...

By Vibha Madabushi The world will still go on, regardless of how bad you feel, The world will still go on, regardless of how you deal....

By Veeda Kazi It overpowers my everyday thinking, I appear to be afloat, But secretly, I’m sinking Multiple thoughts clustering my head,...

By Veeda Kazi Some nights are calm and still, Some nights I’m sleepless sitting by the windowsill. Some nights I lay wide awake on my...

By Veeda Kazi Trapped in shackles of fear was a girl, her heart was of gold and her eyes, were pearls. She had the fear of flying, flying...

By Shivansh Soni हम आजकल किसी पर भरोसा नहीं करते हैं क्योंकि अंधेरा और मौत जिनसे सब डरते हैं मुश्किल कोई आए तो इन्हीं के पीछे छुपते हैं...

By Manasa Ranganath In a world where moments softly collide, A girl with a heavy, black umbrella strides. She steps into a rain-soaked...

By Simone Kothari A field of flowers, swaying soulfully with the gale, Just like those sparkling twinkles on her face that grew prettier...

By Simone Kothari A blanket of blue, bestowed on each,  Imprinted with clots of white, A canvas, a beautiful one indeed,  At-least that’s...

By Samaira Vijay Gupta Exams are a cue. They’re a cue, but to what? Education, intelligence, IQ, what? If you believe that you’re the...

By Brind Mittal I, merciless and cruel and wicked- With a heart of ice, devoid of emotions  Had I ever fathomed such warmth- And the lush...

By Brind Mittal It’s raining, once again It is that time of the year The skies darken, and pour The dripping glistening beads of water...

By Brind Mittal Tomfoolery, maybe a mockery of my own Jests that heal the air and lighten the soul Yet sits the irony, where people mock...

By Brind Mittal A haunting face and eyes deeper than the abyss A friend or more? Did I play him or did he play me? My own words haunt me...