Writings Submitted

By Harleen Kaur In today’s fast-paced, screen-driven world, it’s hard to imagine life without constant notifications, social media...

By Harleen Kaur In the digital age, social media has become an inseparable part of daily life, especially for Generation Z—those born...

By Harleen Kaur In the relentless rush of modern life, where ambition, competition, and pressure often overshadow moments of reflection,...

By Harleen Kaur Frozen Hearts, Burning Love Riya and Kabir were once madly in love. Their marriage was a beautiful chapter filled with...

By Harleen Kaur Generation Z, the cohort born between the late 1990s and early 2010s, is facing a mental health crisis that is more...

By Harleen Kaur Gen Z, often called the digital natives , are reshaping identity and self-expression in unprecedented ways. Born into a...

By Harleen Kaur The rapid growth of gaming culture and advancements in technology, including Virtual Reality (VR), Augmented Reality...

By Navira Khan This poem is for the feeling you get when you begin to like someone, but you hardly know them. You've never spoken to...

By Navira Khan This poem was inspired while I was strolling through my friend's garden. She took a picture and asked me to come up with...

By Neha Bhave Beneath the veil where shadows linger long, A muted cry reverberates, a fractured song. No ear to catch the sorrow’s silent...

By Upasana Gupta जन्म को मेरे, इस जीवन से तूने ही तो बाँधा माँ, मेरी सांसो की इस माला का तू ही तो है धागा माँ... हो खुशी से सोना, या फिर...

By Upasana Gupta सवाल अलग है, आज मुझसे दिल का, पूछ रहा है, कौन हूं मै? हूं कोलाहल मंशाओं का, या विवशताओं सी मौन हूं मैं? उगता सूरज तो...

By Bandana Terangpi To love is to give a piece of yourself hoping it finds a home in the warm of another’s heart- ------- To be loved is...

By Bandana Terangpi The ink flows dark from quill the page but soon it thicken caught in a rage as ink turns to blood by sorrow fed each...

By Bandana Terangpi It was just a book Just a book!! I fell in love anyway It’s foolish, isn’t it? To hurt for something unreal but that...

By Bandana Terangpi I know what I want to say- It’s there pressing against my ribs but I didn’t write it it’s a quiet kind of not-writing...

By Bandana Terangpi I wonder- Is it my reflection or my place in this world that keep me from standing beside them? Perhaps I am too...

By Bandana Terangpi There’s an art to it to catch the smallest whispers that go unnoticed, the art of being with what is, and letting it...

By Shreyas Naik New day, new shine Our eyes met, a new divine. The pink kurta so exquisite My love for you is so absolute. The face that...

By Anushree Goenka Tekriwal You came to me in dreams last night, Wearing red, your face alight. A smile so warm, it called my name, And...