Prose

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 Dharmana Chandramouli Story Introduction: Poetry has been an integral part of Indian culture for centuries and has undergone various...

By Abhivyakti Tripathi By Abhivyakti Tripathi

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 Akshay Sharma खोज में था मैं जिनकी वो बाग़ीचे मिले नहीं, मिली रेगज़ार जमीं को ही हमने गुलज़ार कर लिया बोए ख़्वाबों के सुर्ख़ फूल यहाँ,...

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...

By Akshay Sharma वो जैसे आया था, वैसा ही रहा बदला वो नहीं बदला मैं, और मैं बदलता रहा वो, जैसा आया था, वैसा ही रहा। पहले जब सताता था ख़्याल...

By Samyukta Raghavan and a house plant never refuses the tap water. they don't weep when the cracks near their eyes deepen and their face...

By Melissa Saldhana that's the thing with people who wear their heart on their sleeve, they express themselves so much in every way that...

By Arnav Chopra I jumped from the hill, Towards the human realm I was punished for opposing God, My brother called me the fallen one I’ve...

By Rhoades Maibam “The world is harsh enough for a sheep to learn the ways to think like a lion, train like a lion, and eventually become...