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By Najmus Saqib Lately, I've been wanting, Craving the key to a locked psalm— A mist that my heart refuses to embalm....

By C.Vedaakshar To the presence I used to know, I feel gelid in a quite tropical day to write these words with much dismay. I found your...

By Amairah Sharma After a long day at school, I sat in my bus holding my headphones eagerly, ready to rest my head on the side of the...

By Nikita Bidawat An ant, she is Born really small, No seasons affect her Working tirelessly for her family, But no recognition on her...

By Rijul I waited—have waited—for almost a decade, Yet my love for you stayed, like a devotee. I’ve lived through years with nothing But...

By Faiyaz Takrim I loved her not with loudest words, But in the silence that softly stirs. Her presence - gentle, passing by, Lit a spark...

By Faiyaz Takrim Her smile, a sun through cloudy skies, It caught my breath, it stilled my cries. Those eyes, half-lowered, bright and...

By Faiyaz Takrim She walks like grace in morning's bloom, A hymn of light that clears all gloom. No shadow dares where she has tread,...

By Faiyaz Takrim O River! Glideth long in splendid pride, With curves that shape the map of all I know. Thy wafting breath doth bend my...

By Faiyaz Takrim She lingers where the sky turns dusk to flame, A dreaming star, aloof yet laced with grace. Too far for touch, too near...

By Faiyaz Takrim I saw in her a silence vast and deep,  A calm where restless dreams could gently sleep.  She walks in grace, with fire...

By Pranit Verma Since the times of antiquity, from Athens to the land of artists, Rome, mathematics has formed a structure which hath...

By Pranit Verma Below the azure skies and peaceful main, Essence of Nature The serene rivers, without fail, ensure their gentle sounds...

By Pranit Verma In the erstwhile days of antiquity, Which were filled to the brim with tranquillity. Now have transformed into times that...

By Pranit Verma From Corsica’s verdant countryside, a French victor was to rise. A young brigadier-general had been vivified, to fight...

By Pranit Verma Under the azure mains and sky, where in relief we all may sigh. Where the mountains are both small and great, fjords and...

By Adriti Kashyap Baruah I first saw you in the April 2024. An innocent compilation of a character named "Dazai" being funny. So I traced...

By Tridip Borah In corridors where dust drifted like monsoon mist, I first learned your name: Chalkhand , syllables rolling like...

By Tridip Borah Brahmaputra wind on my face, tea-steam curling from the cup, the colour they told me to change is the colour of my...

By Tridip Borah Some people ask as if cupping water careful not to spill the truth before it’s ready. Their questions linger like hands...