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BOULEVARD OF

BROKEN VERSES

FALLING

-Pratishtha Jindal

The world was cold 
and our breaths 
were like clouds 
drifting on...

YET TO BE TITLED

-Amruta Gaik

I was told to realize the immense possibilities

That your vision offers,
But I...

AS I CLOSE MY EYES

-Astrid

Pictures undeciphered I see

As I close my eyes,  Overwhelmed is my being And I...

TELL ME, 
I WANT TO KNOW

-Khushi Kaushal

if you’ve ever felt the happiness of the kind 

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that flows from your eyes down your cheeks

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to meet your...

Y2K YAGYASENI

-Anannya Chakra

One discovery leads to another, it’s all in the digging, I know now

Chancing upon a scrap of parchment almost twenty one years old

In the much diminished treasure chest of my grandma’s wardrobe

I discover...

THE DESTINY OF A STAR

-Vanshit

The tears of the stars were disguised as their light

A drop on my face and I leapt into the night

Opened my eyes, I saw...

QUESTIONS WITH NO ANSWERS

-Pratishtha Jindal

Your voice is like the sound of rain.


I'm trapped in this room,
afraid of...

A PLACE CALLED HOME

-Sukanya Singh

Last week I visited my house
Or what used to be mine once


The elevator was as slow as ever
But today it seemed to be in a hurry
As if to...

SILENCE OF THE GRAVEYARDS

-Aditi Kaur

Still as silence. No, even more still.

The type of silence which stops thoughts, slows strides, numbs feelings. The type of silence which is deviously manipulating, deliberately disorienting. The type of silence which creates fear and a sense of impatience.

And yet...

OFSILENCE'S TALE

-Pratishtha

Ofsilence is calm,
Ofsilence is grey,
Ofsilence is in pain.


This gut-wrenching pain

that...

COLORS

-Yashika Jassal

The blank, -unexplored space,

the blank canvas stared at me.

Long enough for the silent void inside of me to...

DOUBLE STANDARDS. PERIOD

-Premtosh Kar

I remember her racing out of class,
My friend, bleeding a little,
I sat quite near, unsure, should I know what to do? 
This wasn't...

AND I CANNOT READ YOUR SMILE

-Aditya Singh

I do not know where it starts
What muscle I need to tug
What neuron I need to fire.
I thought it’d be like...

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