• The Chance
    Rucha Bindu | 07-Feb-2018
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    There she was, dressed immaculately, unvaryingly seated in the first row With trembling, old fingers holding her favourite pen touching a blank page of her illegible manuscript. A man with the badge gave her a familiar glance but little did she know; Because only when the bibliophile’s ears caught the words of the maiden poetry, her eyes she would lift.   In turn with the other they recited poems, verses and tales; Of joy and of pain, Of mislay and of gain. They divulged dreams, ambitions, love and magic By rhyming words, which they thought was the only logic. While the boys spoke of love and loss, The girls spoke about why the society needs a female boss. She smiled and she sobbed, as demanded by the words on the stage; Her eyes shone with admiration for the courage shown by their young age.   “Any more verses?”, asked the young man with the badge. His eyes beholding the reticent, and this time she did know; Her hands now shivered with agitation as she headed for
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  • Kiran Sharda | 01-Feb-2018
    They say run, it's a race I dont even know where am I standing.. They say they have been betrayed I dont even know what trust seems like... They say they lost a promotion I dont even know what my position is... They say they dream to live their dream I dont even know what imagination is... They say they recovered from depression I dont even know what tension feels like... They say they will win some day I dont even know what competition I am into.. I cant say I have faced a lot.. I cant say I have accomplished a lot.. All i can say is.. I AM LOST ALOT!
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  • Digvita Shah | 28-Jan-2018
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    Crossing the timeline of my life.. I saw my dad's perspiration.. My mom's inundated determination.. My strong self motivation..   Though near and dear ones posed interogatory questions.. We considered those only as notions.. To keep ourselves always in motion..   Until, I kept wondering.. What kept me bothering? Unsuccessful attempts.. Or unheard requests.. The entire process.. Or lack of progress..   Am I complaining? No! I have ended up comparing.. Is it lack of daring? Or is it scaring? No! Just wish to know.. What each one is aspiring for.. While looking out for pairing..   Are rejections on my mind? No. But, unestablished connections surely are.. Am I being pessimistic? No. Just a little realistic..   This is all a test of time.. But, never treat it as pastime.. Yes, it's a decision lasting for a lifetime.. Which surely needs everyone's dedication full-time..   Is it just an interpretation? Why am I carving such an impression? No! It's a c
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  • A Slut For Life....
    Himanshu Manna | 24-Jan-2018
    She is a mother,She is a daughter;She is a wife,But what the world sees is that she is a slut for life.... She satisfies, not for herself,She smiles, not by her will;She applies make-up, not for herself,But what he world sees is that she is a slut for life...... She dies everyday,She cries every time,She prays every moment,But what the world sees is that she is a slut for life..... She gets raped, thenShe gets blamed, For the thing she didn't want to do!But, what the world sees is that she is a slut for life......
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  • The Brook !
    Tanvee | 21-Jan-2018
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    A stream of water rustling down the hills in urge to meet the gleaming river,  although on the sharp and thirsty edges, it has always been a giver.  Often stumbbling in the path upon the hard rocks, it never gave up,  maybe because at every curve there were some clumps.  Chattering in the sunny vale,  it gushes down the edge leaving the holographic image in the mountain trail.  Murmuring in the moors under the dark sky, trembling with the cold and making the noise pitched sharp high.  It slips, It slides, It struggles, It fights !!! & atlast it joins the river with all its might !  All the turns, the curves, the sharp narrow ridges may come and go,  but whatever happens it never stops to flow.  And this virtue of the brook makes it look distinct ! .   For all the strugglers and survivours, U r the brook !          ​
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  • Burning Desire
    Tanvee | 21-Jan-2018
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    When desires become your worst nightmare, no matter how strong you are you have no hold on your beliefs,  & soon enough there will be no door filled with serenity and relief. Running behind your passion is a world's quest, some get stuck in this whirlpool and some gets at its best.  My edges are burning to light my dreams, but they are all in a blue funk it seems. Following my dreams thinking they know their way best, stumbling into the drakness with my dreams I progressed. The choices that I made, the people whom i chose, the decisions which i took thinking they were for some reason, but with the phase of time I got to know it was just an october season. My dreams are all set onto the fire, and to reach them will always be my burning desire !  
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  • Aishwarya | 27-Dec-2017
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  • Dream
    Creative laxmi | 17-Nov-2017
    आसान नहीं यहॉं टॉपर बन जाना.. पलकों पे रातों को सजाना... टॉपर को मिलती है..मेहनत की बारिश.. सबको ना मिलता...ये खजाना..😊  
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  • Devanshi mittal | 15-Nov-2017
    I was thinking in the night Asking from the stars  No one replied Sleep stuck me off Then a dream came like a fantasy But I was pulled by gravity I tried to stay strong  But I don't know what's gone wrong Obstacles came in front of my eyes And they were pretty much nice
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  • Diyaa | 15-Nov-2017
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    Under the star covered skies I lay myself down On the frosted grass blades I rest my crown   My thoughts are not with me My soul searching for it's peace I gaze around endlessly The world around me has come to cease   The mesmeric lights that I see Dancing away intensely They drop me in their humbleness Revealing it's secrets discreetly   The night sky never looked this beautiful Covered partly in silky swirling lights Surprising me more and more By this exotic sight   I came to look for a soul to love That would touch me deep inside It would help me grow And make me feel alive tonight   But I no more sense the need for this For I can see my aura shine I realised it was not outside but My own light that shone from deep inside   There's no other soul that can complete mine For I am no piece of a puzzle I am absolute who by myself Perfected under his guidance!
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  • Dr Nidhi Agarwal | 14-Nov-2017
    She waited for that day...When she could see him all day... For that moment she prayed...When she could be in your shade... Keeping herself strong... But she could not get along... And she outbursted...As irritating was not her meaning...But love was the only feeling... She waited for that day... When she could see him all day... ~Kitto
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  • Dr Nidhi Agarwal | 14-Nov-2017
    She waited for that day...When she could see him all day... For that moment she prayed...When she could be in your shade... Keeping herself strong... But she could not get along... And she outbursted...As irritating was not her meaning...But love was the only feeling... She waited for that day... When she could see him all day... ~Kitto
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  • Dr Nidhi Agarwal | 14-Nov-2017
    She waited for that day...When she could see him all day... For that moment she prayed...When she could be in your shade... Keeping herself strong... But she could not get along... And she outbursted...As irritating was not her meaning...But love was the only feeling... She waited for that day... When she could see him all day... ~Kitto
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  • Summer Rain
    Praneetha Nouduri | 13-Nov-2017
    Open your arms and let the fall sink.. It's ok if your eyes are wet and you blink.. For once just don't care and be free, With all the burden out you'll heal... Fold your hands and hug yourself tight.. Enjoy the summer rain, for its the fateful day and forever you'll fight..
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  • Passing by the Cemetery
    Rucha Bindu | 12-Nov-2017
    Passing by the cemetery on a day, content and whole My heart wonders if what it sees is Merely a cross over the caged bodies; Or wings of liberty spread by the freed soul...  
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  • The Faith game...
    Sushil Chikane | 03-Oct-2017
    She hid from the world into the root network of a Sal tree,Wanted to be not seen by any,Trust was something she didn't have for humans, Weird it was,As the humans kept distance as they didn't trust her either,When left alone she stared at the humans,Seemed like her act of hiding from all was a lie,As she was as interested in the world as anyone else, Then why pretend so much was the question?She really was keen on the people who watched her,But the humans kept distance thinking she didn't want them,And thus the game of hide and seek went on... 
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