“Life is Unfair”
You will not find me, I will leave with no traces behind… I will go to the hills surrounded by a still lake and tall trees I will in live the caves under the mountains… I will go down the … Continue reading “Life is Unfair”
You will not find me, I will leave with no traces behind… I will go to the hills surrounded by a still lake and tall trees I will in live the caves under the mountains… I will go down the … Continue reading “Life is Unfair”
“oxymoron” – noun a figure of speech in which apparently contradictory terms appear in conjunction. When someone asks me, why being a dancer is so vital to me? I cannot help but smile. I wonder what they expect in response. … Continue reading UNVEILED by Pragyan Behera
VEINS The green threads of survival running through my hands got lost. My eyes bloodshot with pain and a strange blackness covered my body. I felt molested. Each nerve on my neck screamed of assault, assault that caused bruises more … Continue reading VEINS by Vrinda Vaid
STILL AWAKE It’s 4am. And she is STILL AWAKE Living the dream that says. He was lie, she knew. He was mystery, she was afraid to solve. He was a dream she lived each day. He was nothing but a … Continue reading STILL AWAKE by Neha Batra
SOULMATES FOREVER People often confuse lovers and soulmates. We have this thought in our head that our soulmate is the person whom we are in love with or married to. And it is possible! I am not denying that but … Continue reading SOULMATES FOREVER by Medha Behera
A Salute to Her!! The bruises she had suffered umpteenth number of times, Speaks of a thousand truths; speaks of horrendous crimes. A Salute to Her!! She had carried all the marks on her face, Gathering her shattered pieces she … Continue reading A Salute to Her… By Malvika Rudra
Deep cuts, Lots of buts, Unspoken wandering, Finger with the mark of the ring, Sweet and sour, Like a fruit of the hour , Blood leaking out, Seed ready to sprout, Pain and contractions, Empathyless reactions, Carving out the body, … Continue reading The Chosen One by Anchal Gupta
The sound scape of the sill serrated in its plinth pink like the flesh that wanted marination readied to be pulped by bangled hands of a near dizzy trusted ‘masalchi’ (the kitchen hand) of age unknown and a buck gentle as … Continue reading SILL BATTA (the grinding stone) by Alleyah asghar
When reality hits you and you’re just not ready to deal with it yet When you can see everyone pass you by The minutes become days, days become months While you’re right where you were, a few seconds ago it … Continue reading THE STRUGGLE – Aarzu Sandhu