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By Faiz Ahmed

Lost in my deep thoughts I chose to remain alone,,
The feeling of emptiness seeps in

By DR. SHALONI PATNAYAK

In continuation of witnessing various memorable yet indelible instances during this lockdown.

By Dr. Sangeetha Sivaraman

I am not confined to the girl on the left,
The woman on the right

Wingword Poetry Prize 2019: Book Launch and Award Ceremony

By Dr. Bhavana Jain

Everyone has a desire to fly once in the sky. How beautiful it would be if we were able to fly. 

By Donna Nongkhlaw

In a sea of people I'm lost in the crowd,
Take cover and hide in shadows of clouds

By Divnoor Kaur

Last night while I was trying to sleep
I went to places I had never been

By Disha Khandelwal

I walk towards it
to see the mist
of the winter night.

By Devmitra Pandey

It was scary, it was dark

But there was always a little spark

By Devanshi Mungse

When it comes to dating, I’m your typical old-school teenager who prefers
traditional dating norms

By Deepak Kanoujia

We are so unconscious of this freeness

We are conscious in making life useless...

By Debarati Sen

It has been said that life has treated me harshly; and sometimes I have complained in my heart.

By Carl Colaco

I love you, you said
Even your aura, burns blue Bunsen

By Bamin Sumpi

Some people mature way too fast, some souls age way too early and some have been wondering

By Ayushi Minj

I want to fly fearlessly one day
Without any pull I want to climb up there.

By Asmita Pal

We talk about the quarantine.
We talk about no meat

By Ashi Pandey

How often do we talk about our body?
I grew up hating my body.

By Arzoo Gupta

Has anyone ever told you that watching you cross the street is terrifying, no? Well, I have been, MULTIPLE times. 

By Arya Mohapatra

The street is busy, with
Care-free, endorsing specks of sweat flying

By Arpit Vaishnavi

It was late enough in the night to be worried. I once again went to the gate and

looked out.

By Apurva Singh

All tired of work, I returned to my flat, tied my hair into a bun, made myself a coffee, and sat in the balcony after changing.

By Apoorva Khare

With eyes glued on the laptop screen and the piles of document to finish before the deadline, the mind

By Anushka Raheja

Wings settled on my birdlike shoulders, a coronation mantle fashioned out of wax.

By Anshu Pandey

I've often traversed those streets.
Cars sleeping on one half

By Anita Mary Varghese

I went for a walk with my senses,
on the street, beside my house.

By angana sarkar

“Great , then let’s meet.” They share the date, time and place where they will meet. Kavya was so happy...

By ANANYA SHUKLA

Kishen was staring intently at the passing cars on the road. It was a beautiful
Sunday with the sun shining

By Ananya Gupta

Monochromatic play, my chessboard;
Is a slice of equality, for ages

By Ambica Wakhlu

On the streets of Delhi where traffic jams are a usual phenomenon, I once got stuck while coming to my hostel...

By Aiswarya Subramanian

With one hand on the old rusted railing and the other caught in the depths of my
tangled bushy hair...