The pride of Bihar and its glorious history

The Scribbled Feelings….
ACKNOWLEDGEMENT
First and foremost, we would like to thank the Almighty for the reason
we are here today.
We also thank every soul who helped us bring this book to fruition.
We wholeheartedly thank the Heads of our team, Gazal Saraogi and
Divya Renwa for their invaluable support in completing this mammoth
project in record time!
We thank the Spectrum of Thoughts and teams, for providing all our
budding writers including myself, with this creative platform.
We thank all the co-authors for their patience and faith in us, for co-
operating, supporting and encouraging us at every step during the
making of this Anthology.
We would like to give our wholehearted thanks to the Designer,Sagar
Samal for creating such an attractive cover page.
We also thank the books' Interior Designers, Neharika Bhatia and
Mayuri Valanju for lending their aesthetic expertise to the pages of the
book.
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DISCLAIMER
This Anthology is a melody of memories. The writers have beautifully
described their every emotion through their write-ups and they have
given their words that the write-ups are free from plagiarism.
So, if any plagiarism is detected in the book neither the publishing
house nor the compiler will be responsible.
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INDEX
Acknowledgement------------------
Disclaimer---------------------------
Gazal Saraogi-----------------------
Sneha Khakkar---------------------
Rishab Sharma---------------------
Navneet Nayan---------------------
Rishab Jain--------------------------
Chandrakanta Kumari-------------
Srishti Budhija---------------------
Kajal Gupta-------------------------
Mayank RV Vishal----------------
Varsha Rani------------------------
Archit Kumar----------------------
Dr Prakarsh Jain-------------------
Jeevajothic.C------------------------
Palak Singh-------------------------
Vanshika Vats---------------------
Syeda Sania Mahmood------------
Priyadarshini Thoppe Sivakumar
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Saily K-----------------------------
Meghana N K---------------------
Sneha Shruti-----------------------
Dwijisha Kiran Katkar-----------
Ashwini T-------------------------
Kimberely Chisholm---------------
Maitreyi Kaushal-----------------
Divanshu Goyal----------------
Nishi Dalal-----------------------
Vishal K R-----------------------
Anushka Bhattacharjee---------
Akshita Agarwal----------------
Renaissance Ghosh-------------
Haripriya P----------------------
Sowmya Bobburi---------------
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Gazal Saraogi
Head compiler
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Sneha Khakkar
Compiler
Sneha is a music lover and enjoys spending her free time reading books
and playing guitar. She is an 11th grader and is aspiring to be a “CA”.
Her other peak interests include sketching, singing and fangirling over
“K-pop bands”
One of the famous quote’s which she believes in is:
“Too many stars, too many dreams, but the reality is that in front of
those things I am just a speck of dust” – Kim Namjoon
Email: snehakhakkarr5@gmail.com
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Instagram: @snehakhakkar
Rishabh Sharma
Email:
mailtorishabhsharma76@gmail.com
Instagram: @rishabhs_writeopedia
YourQuote: rishabhs_writeopedia
Twitter: risha1996
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अंत
रं गीन बदरं ग ज़िन्दगी मे जबान है
अब इसका मु क्कमल अं त होगा
एक जिस्म, एक जान, एक मे री पहचान है
नाम ऊँचा नहीं मे रा, न महल आलिशान है
जीवन तं ग और मु सीबतें मु झपे मे हरबान हैं
न जीने की ललक न इच्छा कोई अं जान है
कहने को है बहुत कुछ, पर आवाज़ परे शान है
ख्याल लाखों ज़हन में हैं दबी जै से कोई कब्रिस्तान है
शून्य से शु रू सफ़र ये जल्द ही शून्य पर समाप्त होगा

मे री ज़िन्दगी का भी अब एक गु मनाम सूर्या स्त होगा
न लाया था न ले जा रहा हँ ू कुछ, यहीं जीवन परास्त होगा
अं तिम क्षण में दो लबों पे हो नाम मे रा तो पर्याप्त होगा
न हो कोई तारीफ़ें सही, कोई बद्द आ
ु न बर्दाश्त होगा
मं ज़िल जो इं तकाल के उस पार है वो अब न बर्खास्त होगा
-Rishab Sharma
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तु म...क्यों हो
तु म रे त की तरह क्यों हो
मे रे हाथों में नहीं आती
एक शहर में रह कर भी
मु झे नज़र नहीं आती
तु म वक्त की तरह क्यों हो
दो पल मे रे साथ नहीं बै ठती
मु झ पर ऐतबार कर के
मे रा इं तज़ार नहीं करती
तु म हवाओं की तरह क्यों हो
कभी रूका नहीं करती
शां त हो कर कभी हौले से
मु झे गोद में नहीं सु लाती
- Rishab Sharma
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मु हब्बत
सूरज का ताप भी कम हो जाता है ,
मु झे ते रे ज़ु ल्फ के साये में छिपे दे खकर।
चाँद की चाँदनी भी फीकी पड़ जाती है ,
मु झे ते रे चे हरे को चूमता दे खकर।
इन हवाओं का रुख़ बदल जाता है ,
मु झे ते री घनी ज़ु ल्फें सं वारते दे खकर।
बारिश भी थम सी जाती है ,
मु झे ते री ख्वाहिश बनते दे खकर।
आसमां का गु रूर भी नीचे आ जाता है ,
मु झे ते री किस्मत में दे खकर।
अब तू अपनी रज़ा बता,
और किस-किस को जलाना है हमारी मु हब्ब्त से .....
-Rishab Sharma
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तू
कल ज़मीं पे बारिश उतरी है ,
तू बता ते री रात कैसी गु ज़री है ।
बिजलियाँ कड़की ज़ोरों की कल,
ते री आदतें कितनी सु धरी हैं ।
मे रे सीने पे रात बिताई तूने,
हाय! ये भोर कितनी कुँवारी है ।
जु गनू ते रे गाल पे बै ठ गए,
रोशनी तु झे कितनी प्यारी है ।
तू जो भर गई शर्म से ,
चे हरा ते रा हुआ सिं दरू ी है ।
पाजे ब का शोर मचाना कह रहा,
ते री मे री अब न कोई दरू ी है ।
तू फिर लु भा रही है मु झे,
ते रे अं ग हैं या तू अं गरू ी है ।
-Rishab Sharma
ज़माना
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इससे क्या फर्क है कि तलवार किसकी है

सर रखा है तो कलम हो ही जाये गा
क्या अपना, क्या पराया इस जहां में
कत्ल तो बिन हथियार के भी हो ही जाये गा

न जियो भले खु द के वास्ते एक पल भी तु म
बच्चा बड़ा होगा तो जु दा हो ही जाये गा
तबस्सु म बिखरने दो अपने चे हरे से
खु दा को पता ते रा दर्द हो ही जाये गा
उसका नहीं आना चु भता तो है आज भी
उसके आने से ज़ख़्म हरा हो ही जाये गा
ज़माना कब तक याद रखे गा किसी को
हर शख़्स यहाँ मिट् टी हो ही जाये गा
-Rishab Sharma
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Navneet Nayan
Navneet Nayan was born in Purnea district of Bihar. Currently staying

in Pune and pursuing post graduation in geography. He has been writing
since 4 years and have been published in couple of anthologies so far.
He aspires to become an IAS officer along with writing songs for the
Bollywood.
Email: n.nayan7739@gmail.com
Instagram:@navneet.nayan20
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बिहार
उस धरती की वो गौरव गाथा, स्वर्णिम इतिहास की जिसकी जय जयकार हो;
जन्मा जिसने बु द्ध-महावीर, नगरी वो नालं दा की, हुआ जहाँ ज्ञान का भं डार हो।
जहाँ चाणक्य-नीति, साहस मौर्य की और शौर्य अशोक की अपार हो;
मगध का वो साम्राज्य, सीता की वो भूमि, गं गा की पावन धारा, जिसकी

विनम्र सत्कार हो।
हों जहां के पाणिनी, आर्यभट् ट, गु रु गोविं द, वाल्मीकि, प्रसाद, रे णु व

दिनकर...व्यक्त हर आभार हो;
ना जाने आज हो क्या गया! ग़रीबी,बे गारी...ऐसी अप्रिय विडं बना पर धिक्कार

हो।
काश! खिल जाए वो बगिया वापस, दिलों में सबके हमारा विहार हो;
ना हो मज़बूरी, ना ही लाचारी, सर्वप्रथम राजनीति में सु धार हो;
तब जाकर सब सं ग मैं बोलूँ, जय हो इस हिं द की और जय बिहार हो।
-Navneet Nayan
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राहत साहब
बे बाक़ जिसकी कविता,अनोखा जिसका अं दाज है ।
ख़त्म जहां हो जाते सब,वहीं से उसका आगाज़ है ।।
सदै व सु नने की मनमोहक जिसकी चाहत है ।

वही अलबे ला इं दोरी वही बे मिसाल राहत है ।
-Navneet Nayan
हकीक़त ना सही, सपनों में रिश्ते सं वार जाता हँ ू मैं ,
अक्सर उसे भूलने की लड़ाई में , खु द से हार जाता हँ ू मैं ।
-Navneet Nayan
ये ते रे नै न ना जाने कभी अं तहीन समन्दर, तो कभी बहती दरिया लगे है ....

और कुछ हो मालूम या ना हो, मु झे तो बस ये जीने का जरिया लगे है |
-Navneet Nayan
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दुआओं में जब तलक उनके हैं शामिल, हम अपनी हिफाज़त क्यूं करें ?
गर ना रहे चाँद उस फ़लक पर कभी, तो कोई आशिक इबादत क्यूं करे ।
-Navneet Nayan
सोच रहा हँ ू ज़िं दगी में किरदार बदल लूँ,
सफ़र में अपने कुछ, मैं रिश्ते दार बदल लूँ;
मु साफ़िर ना रहं ,ू बन जाऊँ रास्ता इस चाह में ,
क्योंकि सफ़र-ए-मं ज़िल भटकता है मु साफ़िर, भटकाव आता नहीं राह में ।
-Navneet Nayan
गु ज़र रहे इन लम्हों को तु म ज़रा थामने आ जाओ,
मैं बस सोचू तु म्हें और तु म मे रे सामने आ जाओ।
-Navneet Nayan
Rishab jain
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Your
companion to pen down your soul....

A heart to complete your soul….
Email: rishab.rj33@gmail.com
Instagram: @mr__rishab
Your Quote: mr_rishab
एक बचपन का जमाना था...
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जिस में खु शियों का खजाना था...

चाहत चांद को पाने की थी...
पर दिल तो तितली का दीवाना था...
खबर न थी कुछ सु बह की...
ना शाम का ठिकाना था...
थक कर आना स्कू ल से ...
पर खे लने भी जाना थ...
मां की कहानी थी...
परियों का फ़साना था...
हर मौसम सु हाना था...
कागज की कस्ती थी...
पानी का किनारा था...
खे लने की मस्ती थी...
दिल यह आवारा था...
कहा आ गए समझदारी के दलदल में ...
वो नादान बचपन ही प्यारा था...
-Rishab Jain
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Chandrakanta kumari
Chandrakanta is a matric student and a teenage writer as well.She

started her journey of writing from 6th std. With just a passion but
now it became her power to express her hidden thoughts through new
words she wished and hoped that her passion of writing will help her
to come out of this small village and stand in front of people one day.
Email: Chandrakantaswati@gmail.com
Instagram:@Chandrakanta_290
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हया
एक लड़की थी शालिनी, चाँद की तरह ख़ूबसूरत और अत्यं त गु णवान थी, पर
उसकी एक बड़ी बु री आदत थी कि वह बहुत शर्मीली थी|उसकी शादी एक बड़े
शहर के बड़े व्यापारी के यहाँ हुई|जहाँ सिर्फ शालिनी की सास और पति रहा
करते थे , शु रू से ही शालिनी ने कोई शिकायत का मौका नहीं दिया, पर लम्बे
वक़्त के बाद ससु राल वालों को ये जान कर बहुत है रानी हुई,कि वह एक साल
बाद भी लोगों से हया के कारण मिलने जु लने से कतराती है | उन्होंने काफ़ी
समझाया पर वह ना कहीं जाती ना किसी से मिलती थी | एक दिन शालिनी
का पति कार्यालय में था और सास की तबियत अचानक ख़राब हो गई, सास
को चिकित्सक के पास ले जाने के अलावा और कोई उपाय नहीं था| और
ज्यादा सोचने के लिए वक़्त भी नहीं था, शालिनी को अपनी हया को एक
तरफ़ करके सास को डॉक्टर के पास ले जाना पड़ा, जांच कर के चिकित्सक ने
बताया रक्त चाप बढ़ गई थी, और अगर सही वक़्त पर उन्हें नहीं ले जाया
जाता तो दौरा पड़ने का खतरा था | यह सु न कर शालिनी रोने लगी पर सास
ने कहा की मैं ज़िं दा हँ ू सिर्फ तु म्हारी वज़ह से "हया होनी अच्छी बात है पर
सही जग़ह पर "|
-Chandrakanta Kumari
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हारी हुई बाजी

एक गाँ व में एक साधु रहता था| वह उच्च विचारों वाला था, उसके पास एक
घोड़ा और एक कुटिया के सिवा कुछ ना था,और शायद इसीलिए उसे अपने
घोड़े से बहुत प्रेम था|वह घोड़ा अन्य घोड़ो से बिलकुल अलग था,जिस कारण
उसके चर्चे हर जग़ह थे |एक बार इसके बारे में हरिन्दर डाकू को पता चला,तो वह
उसे दे खने पं हुचा;उसे दे ख कर उसे लगा की"ये घोड़ा तो मे रे पास होना चाहिए"|
एक शाम जब वह अपने घोड़े में बै ठ कर गाँ व की शै र कर रहे थे , तो एक
अपाहिज उनसे करुणा भरे स्वर से मदद के लिए पु कार रहा था|साधु बाबा ने
उतर कर उस अपाहिज को ऊपर बै ठा दिया,और स्वं य घोड़े की रस्सी पकड़ कर
चलने लगे |कुछ दे र बाद उन्हें एक झटका लगा, और रस्सी हाथ से छट ू गया;वो
हरिन्दर डाकू था :जो घोड़ा ले कर भागने लगा,तभी बाबा चिलाये "हरिन्दर
रुको",वह रुका बाबा पास जा कर बोले :"इस घटना के बारे में किसी से जिक् र
मत करना वरना उनका विश्वास दीन दुःखियारों से ऊब जाएगा"और अपने
घोड़े से एसे मुँ ह मोड़ कर चले गए,जै से उन्हें उससे कोई लगाओ ही नहीं था|
हफ्ते निकल गए पर उनके चे हरे पर कोई उदासी नहीं थी,घोड़े को खोने का कोई
दुख नहीं था|एक रात उस डाकू ने घोड़े को वापस उसके स्तबल पर लाकर बां ध
दिया, सु बह यह दे खकर बाबा बहुत ख़ु श हुए|उनके उच्च विचारों ने उन्हें जीता
दिया,और इसतरह उन्होंने घोड़े को खो कर वापस पा लिया|
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हर वक़्त यही धुन है

दुनिया कितनी बड़ी है ,
और जिं दगी कितनी छोटी!
लोग भी बहुत है यहाँ ,
पर कोई नहीं है अपना!
सभी को पै से का जूनन
ू है ,
हर वक़्त यही धु न है !
जब तक नहीं थी आजादी,
किसी ने नहीं की बे ईमानी!
स्वतं तर् ता की गु हार में ,
सब बै ठे रहे साथ में !
पर अब,
सभी को पै से का जूनन
ू है ,
हर वक़्त यही धु न है |
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रात के सूरज
गिरकर चाहे कितनी ही चोटें आए,
पर उठ कर फिर से चलना है !
ू रों की,
जीने के लिए ज़रूरत होगी दस
किन्तु आश्रित नहीं होना है !
कमजोर है दिल और ये शरीर भी,
ले किन फिर भी मजबूती से खड़ा रहना है !
ू रों का भी गण दे ने का,
होगा दस
परन्तु उन्हें धौंस ज़माने नहीं दे ना है !
आलस्य मन के अब त्याग करके,
पहली किरण के समान आगे बढ़ना है !
वक़्त के साथ और दुनिया के आगे ,
चलना है अगर,तो रातों में भी मे हनत करके,
नई सु बह के सूरज की तरह चमकना है !
पार कर हर तकलीफों को,
मु झे रातों का सूरज बनना है !!
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आज चाँदनी रात में भी

रात काली और अँ धेरी है !
अब चे हरे की मु स्कुराहट भी,
फ़ीकी और नकली जान पड़ती है !
गु लाब तो आज भी सु न्दर है ,
पर पहले वाली खु शबू नहीं आती है !
दे खो एक बड़ा सा दर्पण आज,
चूर चूर हुआ बिखरा पड़ा है !
क्यूंकि,
आज अपनों ने भी रुख मोड़ लिया,
जब जरूरत हमें उनकी है !!
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खिड़की पर कौन है ?
ये कहानी है विधी की,जो फ्लोरिस विद्यालय के छात्रावास में रहती थी|वहाँ
के छात्रावास के नियम अनु सार;हर शनिवार को शाम 8 बजे से ,10 बजे तक
फ़िल्म दिखाया जाता था|पर विधी को तो इन सब में कोई दिलचस्पी ही नहीं
थी|करीबन 9 बजे लगभाग,जब सब लोग फ़िल्म दे ख रहे थे ;वह किताबों की
दुनिया में थी|तभी दरवाजे को धीरे से खोलते हुए,वहाँ उसकी दोस्त नै ना आ
गई|कुछ दे र बाद विधी के बिस्तर के पास वाली बं द खिड़की, ज़ोर-ज़ोर से
हिलने लगी;मानो कोई बं द खिड़की को खोले की कोशिश कर रहा हो,"कौन
है ,खिड़की पर कौन है "विधी के इतना कहते ही अचानक,हवा का एक बड़ा
झोंका आया!और खिड़की खु ल गई|इन सब से नै ना को थोड़ा डर लगा,विधी के
पास जा कर उसके कंधे पर हाथ रखते ही, विधी का रूतबा कुछ बदल सा गया|
उसकी ऑंखें लाल नज़र आ रही थी,और वह बस नै ना को घूरे जा रही थी,बार
बार पूछे जाने पर की"क्या हुआ"विधी बिना कुछ कहे :गु स्से से चीज़ो को इधर
उधर फ़ेकने लगी|कुछ ही वक़्त बाद वहाँ सब जमा हो गए,पर ये सिलसिला 2-3
घं टे तक चलता रहा|कई लोगों के लिए तो ये बहुत घातक भी साबित हुआ|और
आख़िर में वह बे होश हो कर गिर पड़ी|सु बह जब उसे होश आया तो उसे कुछ
याद नहीं था|वह हादसा बस एक रात का था, जो विधी को छोड़ कर आज तक
सभी को याद है |
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मोह:एक लालच का
एक गाँ व में दो भाई रहते थे | बड़ा भाई रमे श विदे श में काम करता था,और
छोटा भाई सु रेश गाँ व में जु ए खे लता था|माता-पिता की मृ त्यु के बाद रमे श को
अपने बीबी-बच्चों के साथ गाँ व लौटना पड़ा|गाँ व में रहकर रमे श को शराब और
सु रेश को जु ए की लत लग गई|धीरे -धीरे समय के साथ उनका आपसी प्रेम और
सम्बन्ध खत्म सा हो गया, अधिक मोह धन से होने लगा|दे खते ही दे खते उनका
बटवारा हो गया और प्रेम झगड़े में बदल गया| बीतते वक़्त के साथ,जब पै सों
की तं गी होने लगी तो;उन्होंने दस ू रों की आँ खों में धूल झोंकना शु रू कर दिया|
जिससे वे लोगों के आँ खों का काटा बन गए|हालात इतनी बिगड़ गई की वे दर-
दर की ठोंकरें खाने लगे , पर पूछने वाला कोई एक नहीं था|
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गु लामी की उस फेर पर भी,

आजाद हो कर जीना सिखाया है ,
ये धरती मे री माँ है
मु झे इसका शान बढ़ाना है
की मे हनत वर्षो जिसके लिए
आज रं ग उसका दिखलाना है ,
छोड़ कर माँ की गोद को,
मु झे फ़ौज में जं ग लड़ने जाना है |
बे मानी की हर चाल को,
मु झे इस बन्दुक से मार गिरना है ,
शत शत इस धरती को प्रणाम,
जिसने मु झे अग्रसर बनाया है |
करते हुए रक्षा सरहद पर वतन की,
मु झे तिरं गा के कफन में ले टना है ,
ये बलिदान भारत माँ के लिए,
जिसने मु झे इस काबिल बनाया है |
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ज़िन्दगी भर साथ रहने का वादा कर,

दो पल में ही छोड़ के चले जाते हैं ,
हमे शा हाथ थामे रहने का वादा कर,
अगले ही पल भटकता छोड़ दे ते हैं ,
यूँ ही हमे शा ख़ु श रहो मु स्कुराते रहो कह कर,
हर एक प्यारी मु स्कान छीन कर साथ ले जाते हैं !
आज खे ल ने भी बढ़ा दी है शान,
कर हर मौकों का सही उपयोग,
नन्ही जान ने भी बनाई है ,ज़िन्दगी
में एक नयी ख़ु द की पहचान,
जब से है पढ़ाई के बराबर ही,
खे लों का मान,तब से है लगता,
क़दमों में उठता तूफ़ान!
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Srishti Budhija
इत्मीनान सा रखती हं ू जिं दगी में शायद इसलिए दिल के तूफान को समे ट
ले ती हं ू कलम से इन पन्नो में |
This is Srishti Budhija. She is currently pursuing English honors

from Delhi University. She is a passionate writer and has keen
interest in writing from class 8th. She writes on many different
genres. You can find more of her writings on her Instagram.
Email: srishti.budhijaa01@gmail.com
Instagrsm: @_srishtiwrites
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मेरी जिंदगी
कैसे शु क्रिया अदा करू तु म्हारा
लिखते लिखते हाथ थम जाएं गे,
एक तु म ही तो हो मे रा सहारा
कहते कहते लफ्ज़ कम पड़ जाएं गे।
सब कुछ मिला है मु झे तु मसे
कुछ शिकायत नहीं है मु झे अब से ,
रब ने दिया सब कुछ मु झे
बस तु म्हारी खु शियां मां गी हैं रब से ।
तु म्हारे हसने से हसती हं ू मैं
तु म्हारे रोने से रोती हं ,ू
सु नसान सा लगता है सब कुछ
जब तक दिल खोल कर बात नही होती है तु मसे ।
सब कुछ होते हुए भी
कुछ अधूरा सा लगता है ,
जब तक तु म्हें दे ख न लू
मे रा दिन ही कहां शु रू होता है ।
मे री जिं दगी का मतलब हो तु म

ू रा नाम हो तु म,
प्यार का दस
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मे री खु शी का कारण हो तु म
हां मां , मे री सब कुछ हो तु म ।
-Srishti Budhija
नफरत हो जाएगी तु झे खु द से
अगर मैं तु झसे ते रे अं दाज में बात करूं।
-Srishti Budhija
दिमाग से कहो इतना तकालु फ न उठाए

ये दिल के जज़्बात हैं ,
कोई शतरं ज की बाज़ी नहीं
जो दिमाग से जीती जाए ।
-Srishti Budhija
एक वक्त ऐसा भी हुआ करता था जब

मे री आं खों से पढ़कर तु म सवालों के जवाब दे
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दिया करते थे
अनकही बातें बखूबी समझ लिया करते थे ,
एक वक्त आज ऐसा भी है जब
मे री आं खें कहती तो बहुत कुछ हैं
पर तु म पढ़ नहीं पाते
कही हुई बातों को भी मे री अब तु म समझ नहीं पाते ।
-Srishti Budhija
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Kajal gupta
Trying to open new chapter of my life...

Love- my family and my friends
Email: kajalgupta3636@gmail.com
Instagram: @miss_khushii3636
Your quote: Kajal Gupta
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"प्रेम विस्तार है और स्वार्थ संकुचन”

प्रेम एक भावना है , जिसका निरूपण शब्दों में नहीं किया जा सकता है अर्थात
अगर किसी व्यक्ति ने कभी भी मीठी वस्तु ग्रहण नहीं की है , तो हम उसे शब्दों
में मिठास का अनु भव नहीं करा सकते है ।
"प्रेम सकारात्मकता का विस्तार है , मानवता का विस्तार है ,प्रेम ख़ु शी का
विस्तार है ।
स्वार्थ सकारात्मकता का सं कुचन है , मानवता का सं कुचन है और ख़ु शी का
सं कुचन है ।"
प्रेम सकारात्मकता का प्रतीक है ।प्रेम यु क्त व्यक्ति में
ू
समर्पण दसरों के लिए अच्छा करना तथा वातावरण को सु खमय बनाना आदि
गु ण पाए जाते है ।ऐसे ही व्यक्ति से सब आकर्षित होते है क्यों कि ऐसे व्यक्ति
के आस - पास होने से दस ू रे व्यक्तियों को भी आनं द अनु भव होता है ।
ू रे
स्वार्थी व्यक्ति सिर्फ अपने हित के बारे में सोचता है और दस
व्यक्तियों से सम्बन्ध इसलिए रखता है ताकि उसे उनसे कुछ प्राप्त हो सके।
स्वार्थी व्यक्ति से सभी दरू ी रखना ही पसं द करते है ।
"अगर प्रेम में मोह और अपे क्षा आ जाए,तो इसे स्वार्थ की श्रेणी में रखा
जाएगा”।
हम सभी ने अपने आस पास पक्षियों और उनके घोसलें को अवश्य ही दे खा
होगा, चिड़िया अपनी चोंच में खाना भर कर घोसलें में अपने बच्चो को खाना
दे ती है । बिना किसी स्वार्थ के वह अपने असहाय बच्चो को खाना दे ती है और
फिर उन्हें उड़ना सिखाती है और उसके पश्चात उन्हें स्वतं तर् कर दे ती है अपना
जीवन जीने के लिए,इस आकाश में उड़ान भरने के लिए ।
और हम मनु ष्य क्या करते है ,जिस सं तान को हम पक्षी की भां ति पालते है
,उसके पख़ निकलते ही हम उन्हें बां ध दे ते है । ये सोच के कि वो कहीं दरू उड़कर
न चले जाए। ऐसा नहीं कि इस स्थिति में माता- पिता को बच्चे से प्रेम नहीं है
। अवश्य ही वे अपनी सं तान से प्रेम करते है किन्तु इसमें प्रेम पर मोह भारी
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पड़ जाता है । जो स्वयं और सं तान के बीच बां धा बन जाता हैं । हम यह भूल

जाते है कि हम केवल जन्मदाता है ,भाग्य विधाता नहीं। तो जब प्रेम में मोह
आ जाए तो वो प्रेम नहीं स्वार्थ बन जाता है ।इसलिए प्रेम को पास रखिए
और स्वार्थ को दरू क्यु की जिनसे प्रेम करते है उनका विकास नहीं रोका करते
है । प्रेम से हमारे चरित्र में और आचरण में विविधता आती है ।
हमारा सामना और सं पर्क भी सकारात्मक प्रगति के लोगों से होता है । यहीं से
हमारा विस्तार प्रारं भ होता है । दस ू री तरफ स्वार्थी रहकर हम स्वयं को अपने
अं दर ही समे ट ले ते हैं , क्योंकि हम अपनी दुनिया में सिमट जाते हैं । स्वार्थ हमें
केवल स्वयं की इच्छाओं की पूर्ति करना सिखाता है । स्वार्थी मनु ष्य की दुनिया
छोटी होती जाती है । इस प्रकार स्वार्थ हमें सं कुचन की ओर ले जाता है ।
जीवन का असली लक्ष्य प्रेम है , दस ू रो का परोपकार , करना प्रेम बांटना है ।
जिसने भी जीवन का लक्ष्य जान लिया वही व्यक्ति सच्चे अर्थों में जीवन का
आनं द ले सकता है ।
प्रेम जीवं ता का प्रतीक है क्योंकि जिसने प्रेम करना और प्रेम
बांटना सीख लिया वही जीवित है । जहां प्रेम है ,वहां दया, करुणा, ममता जै से
सं वेदी गु ण अवश्य होंगे । जो इन सद्गुणों से यु क्त है वही उत्तम मानव है ।
स्वार्थी बनने की प्रवृ त्ति नकारात्मकता का प्रतीक है । नकारात्मक ता व्यक्ति
को दस ू रों से दरू एवं अलग कर दे ती है । नकारात्मकता की स्थिति में व्यक्ति को
कोई भी अच्छी बात भी गलत लगती है । इस पृ थ्वी पर अगर सब लोग स्वार्थी
होते तो आज वै सा सं सार ही नहीं होता जै सा आज है । शायद सं सार का
अस्तित्व ही समाप्त हो गया होता।
सं सार में अने क लोग ऐसे हुए हैं जो अपने स्वार्थ से ऊपर उठ कर परमार्थ के
कार्य में लगे , तभी तो यह सुं दर सं सार बन पाया है । इसलिए अपने स्वार्थ का
परित्याग करके जीवन में प्रेम को अपनाओ। सबसे प्रेम करो। इस प्रकृति से
प्रेम करो,प्राणियों से प्रेम करो ,इस सं सार से प्रेम करो। आप का विस्तार
निरं तर होता रहे गा।
" स्वार्थी मनु ष्य सं कुचित होता जाता है और एक दिन असमय काल का ग्रास
बन जाता है ।"
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हम केवल उन्हीं लोगों को याद करते हैं ,जिन्होंने समाज के लिए कुछ किया,
समाज में प्रेम बाटा। जो केवल स्वार्थी बने रहे उनका नाम कौन जानता है ।
मनु ष्य एक सामाजिक प्राणी है , सामाजिकता बनाए रखने के लिए सभी के
मध्य प्रेम भाव अवश्य ही होने चाहिए। अन्यथा सामाजिक रिश्तो में नीरसता
आ जाएगी। समाज में जो प्रेम से रहता है उसी के पास हर व्यक्ति जाना
चाहता है और सलाह आदि ले ना चाहता है ।
कोई भी व्यक्ति स्वार्थी व्यक्ति के पास नहीं जाता क्योंकि उसे पता है कि यह
अपने अलावा किसी का अच्छा नहीं सोच सकता है ।
ले ना - ले ना= स्वार्थ
दे ना - दे ना = प्रेम
स्वार्थी मनु ष्य केवल सं सार से सब कुछ ले ना जानता है ,जिससे उसे व्यक्तित्व में
सं कुचन आ जाता है ।
प्रेम यु क्त मनु ष्य दे ना जानता है ,बिना किसी स्वार्थ के जिससे उसके व्यक्तित्व
विकास होता रहता है ।
-Kajal Gupta
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Mayank RV Vishal
Mayank RV Vishal
is a student pursuing B.Tech who started writing when he was as
young as 15 years old. He basically writes poems, narrations and also
shayaris. He frequently shares his work on his instagram handle and
wishes to nurture this hobby for long.
Email: mayank.mrvv@gmail.com
Instagram:@.inkpot._
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ऐसा कैसे चले गा

नींद मे री, ख्वाब तु म्हारे ,
ऐसा कैसे चले गा,
सवाल मे रे और जवाब तु म्हारे ?
कान्हा... ऐसा कैसे चले गा।।
रात अं धेरी हो और मैं अकेला,
फिर भी कानों में आवाज़ तु म्हारे ,
ऐसा कैसे चले गा।।
रास्ते बदले , शहर बदला,
बातें बदली, घर बदला,
बदला सब कुछ, फिर खु द को बदला,
तब भी मु झमे साज़ तु म्हारे ,
बरसात हुई,
हम भी थोड़े से भींग लिए,
पलके मे री, बूंदे मे री, पर इनमे जज़्बात तु म्हारे ,
अरे ऐसा कैसे चले गा,
छोटी छोटी सी,
थोड़ी सी,
ख़्वाहिशें मे री पर साथ तु म्हारे ,
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मे ज़ खाली, उसपर किताब एक पु रानी,
पन्ने अधूरे से , धब्बे .... कुछ आँ स ू कुछ पानी,
बु नी उसमे कहानी मे री पर बात तु म्हारे ,
नींद मे री, ख्वाब तु म्हारे ,
ऐसा कैसे चले गा!!
-Mayank RV Vishal
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Varsha rani
Varsha Rani is a poet of golden age. She plays with words and
understand the feelings.
Instagram: @goldenwords38
Email: varsharani3013@gmail.com
Your quote: Varsha Rani
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रास्ता रोक लिया आँसुओं नें

मैं तो आई थी ते रे शहर
शामिल ते री खु शियों में होने
तोहफ़ा भी लाई थी ते री पसं द का
मगर..रास्ता रोक लिया आं सुओं नें ।
मैं तो आई थी ते रे घर तक
मु स्कुराने ते री खु शियों में
ते रे दर पर ठोकर खाकर
हरा कर दिया जख्मो को दिल ने
दरू से तु म्हें चहकता दे ख
तसल्ली पाई मे रे नै नों ने
तु म तक पहुं च ना पाई उसदिन
रास्ता रोक लिया आँ सुओं नें ।।
-Varsha Rani
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लौटोगे नहीं
तो चलो तु म्हें दरवाज़े तक छोड़ आऊँ
एक आख़िरी बार आओ तु म्हें गले लगाऊँ
सु नो....जाते -जाते इस नन्ही जान से तो मिल लो
थोड़ा प्यार,थोड़ा दुलार कर लो
माना इसके आने में वक़्त है
पर वक़्त किसी के लिए रुकता कब है
घबराओ मत, विश्वास का दिया दिल मे जलाए हँ ू
जीत के जज़्बे को सीने से लगाए हँ ू
रुको ज़रा... तु म्हारा जी भर के दीदार तो कर लूँ
दे श की रक्षा की ज़िम्मे दारी तु म पर है
अपने बोझ से तु म्हें हल्का तो कर दँ ू
मु झे पता है तु म ख़ु द अपनी जीत का जश्न मनाओगे
पर ना जाने क्यूँ खालीपन से लग रहा
क्या पता..तु म लौटोगे या नहीं।
-Varsha Rani
मेरी यादें
मे री यादें मु झको दे कर
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अपनी यादें सं ग ले जाओ

रिश्तों के मांझों में उलझी
दिल की सभी पतं ग ले जाओ।
सपनो के माला के मोती बिखरे
आख़िरी बार समे ट दे जाओ
हर सरगम में राग तु म्हारी
हर धु न सं ग चु रा ले जाओ।
मे री हँ सी तु म्हारी,तु म्हारे आँ स ू मे रे
इतना वादा बस कर जाओ
बिन ते रे जीने का तरीका
बस दिल को समझा कर जाओ।
मे री यादें मु झको दे कर,अपनी यादें सं ग ले जाओ.......
-Varsha Rani
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मैं ने दे खा है
कई दिनों से दीवारों के रं ग को उतरते दे खा है ,
यकीं मानों मैं ने वक्त के साथ लोगों को बदलते दे खा है ।
होती है हलचल ठहरे पानी में भी,
उस हलचल से मैं ने सु नामी सा उठते दे खा है ।
जो बिखे रे थे फू ल मैं ने राहों में अपने ,
किसी अपने को ही वहाँ काँटों को सजाते दे खा है ।
जिन गलियों में कल तक होते थे शोर-शराबे ,
आज वहाँ सन्नाटों को चीख़ते -चिल्लाते दे खा है ।
छिप कर कोने से जिन दोस्तों को आवाज़ दिया करती थी,
उन्हें ही दोस्ती के मायने बदलते दे खा है ।
यक़ीन मानिये ज़नाब मैं ने वाकई लोगों को बदलते दे खा है ।
-Varsha Rani
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एक गु ज़ारिश
मु झसे सच बोलने की गु ज़ारिश ना करना
अपने सिर पर हाथ रखा कर
कोई बात मानने को ना कहना
मु झसे सच बोलने की गु ज़ारिश ना करना...
मत कहना मु झे की मैं लोगों की झठ
ू ी तारीफ़ ना करूँ
मतलबी इस दुनियाँ में खु द के लिए ख़्वाहिश ना करूँ
कानों को बहरा बना कर चल रही हँ ू कब से
अब हर किसी की बात को ठहर कर सु नने को मत कहना
मु झसे सच बोलने की गु ज़ारिश ना करना...
रिश्तों के बं जर भूमी पर झठ
ू के फू ल ही सही
सच की बरसात करा कर सब बहाने को मत कहना
मे रे विश्वाश के आईने पर सबने पत्थरों से वार किया है
अब हर राही पर भरोसा जताने को मत कहना
बे वज़ह घी के पकवान में शहद घोलने को मत कहना
बस मु झसे सच बोलने की अब तु म गु ज़ारिश ना करना।।।।
- वर्षा रानी
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बचपन
खे ल भी वही और खिलौने भी वही है
रिश्ते भी वही और यादें भी वही है ,
बदला है जो वो तो बस वक़्त है
वरना बचपन भी वही और शरारतें भी वही है ।
ख्वाब भी वही और ख्वाहिशें भी वही है

कागज़ की कश्ती वही,बारिश का पानी भी वही है ,
बदला है जो वो तो बस मौसम का मिज़ाज़ है
वरना सर्दी की धूप भी वही,गर्मी की छां व वही है ।।
वक़्त भी वही और लम्हे भी वही है

रातें भी वही और दिन भी वही है ,
बदला है जो वो तो बस रूठने का तरीका है
वरना झगड़े भी वही,मानाने का अं दाज़ भी वही है ।
मैं भी वही और तू भी वही है

घर भी वही और हमारा छोटा सा कोना भी वही है ,
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बदला है जो वो तो बस उसकी सजावट है

वरना तकरार भी वही और प्यार भी वही है ।।
- वर्षा रानी
LOVING YOU IS LIKE

Loving you is like
Loving myself deep inside
With every flow of blood in my vein
My heart always pump your name
Loving you is like
Finding colors in life
Seeing the positivity
Hidden in life's darkside
Loving you is like
Loving myself deep inside♥️♥️
-Varsha Rani
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I AM A WRITER
Words are in the air I breathe
Words are in the food I eat
Rhythm is always in my blood
Words are the feelings I feel
You call it alphabets
I call it magic
You write the sentences
I write my heartbeats.....
-Varsha Rani
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TIME IS A THIEF
Hey!! Just save your day
Come lets hangout
Why so tensed and busy?
Let's laugh out loud
Come feel your presence
And feel your vives
Go wherever you want
Spent yourself wise
You never know
When will fall the last leaf
It's all yours' life but
Beware... Time is a thief....
-Varsha Rani
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IF MY PEN WERE A BEE

If my pen were a bee
I would have made it to see
See the love you hide in your eyes
All those love so pure and bright
I would have asked to bring all your sweetness
To pour in my heart and be my witness
Witness for my love only for you
And still you ask I'm who!!!
It would have buzzed my feelings like depth of sea
If my pen were a bee..
-Varsha Rani
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Archit Savarni
Archit Kumar is of inquisitive nature to know nature, world and life!

Therefore he mentions these expressions in his compositions! He is a
resident of Bihar!He says-Experience is a pleasant feeling that
explains the life.He is interested writing poems and essays
Email: architk795@gmail.com
Instagram: @architkumar81
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वक्त की कैद में जिंदगी

हर जीवन की राहों में भटकती यह जिं दगी,
आजादी के सपने दे खती है यह जिं दगी!!
कभी ख्वाबों में बं ध कर,कभी इच्छाओं में बं धकर,
कभी जिम्मे दारियों में बं धकर तो, कभी परिस्थितियों में बं धकर!!
प्रत्ये क वक्त की परीक्षाओं में ,कैद है यह जिं दगी!!
हर दिन सु कून की सांसे ले ने को बे ताब है जिं दगी!!
कभी सु ख के पलों में सु कून की आहट सी आती,तथा दुख के झं झावात के
साथ चली जाती!!
वक्त की इस कैद में ,अवस्थाओं के साथ अभिनय बदलती है यह जिं दगी!!
चलते रहे हम जीवन के सफर में
वक्त के साथ बदलना भी तो जरूरी था!
इस जीवन में हमारी ख्वाहिशें अधूरी रही,
पर यह जीवन तो जीना जरूरी था!
-Archit Savarni
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राह निहारे नैना

राह निहारे नै ना,
प्रियतम पीर ना जाने !
दिलों की बतिया ना माने !
बहते रहे नीर नयन से ,
दरस की प्यासी,अखियां ना माने !
मु स्कुराते अधरों में कई दर्द भरे हैं ,
खामोश लफ्जों से , कुछ दर्द भरे शब्द
कहने की इच्छा ना माने !!
विरहा की आग पल-पल जलाए,
पर उसके आने कि आश सु कू न दे जाए,
कैसे दिल को समझाऊं ,यह तो मे रा कहना ना माने
खामोश बै ठे सां झ सवे रे गु जरे ,
बे चैनी भरे जीयरा(धड़कन) में ,
बाट- तकत( इं तजार का पल) नै ना ना माने !!
अखियां थक रही, नीर बहावत!
नीरस पलकन में , सपना सं जोए!!
मिलन की वह रुत, जै से हमरे पास आए!!
विरहा की तड़पन शां त होती जाए!
अधरों पर मु स्कुराहट आती जाए!
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धड़कने बे करार करती जाए!

सपने से निं दिया खु लते ही,
यह विरह की पीर फिर से सताए!
विरह कि वह शबनमी रतीया,
बस यूं ही बीतती जाए!
अश्रु धार नदिया के भां ति बहती रही,
पर प्रियतम वापस ना आए!!
-Archit Savarni
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ख्वाबों के परिंदे
ख्वाहिशों को साथ लिए,
मन की उमं गों के साथ,
मीठी मु स्कान के साथ
कुछ वादों के साथ, कुछ यादों के साथ!!
कुछ मन की उमं गों के साथ,
अधूरे सपनों को साथ लिए,
जिं दगी की उड़ान भरने की ख्वाहिश,
मन की अनगिनत इच्छाओं की उड़ान में ,
ख्वाबों की ठं डी हवाओं में बहते बहते ,
बस उसी सादगी के साथ बहने के सपने !!
इस जीवन की उड़ान में ना कारवां की तलाश थी,
ना ही गिरने का भय, बस इच्छा है ,
कि उन हवाओं के साथ ही बहते रहे ,
जिसमें सु कू न की सांसे हो,
अनगिनत सु ं दर यादें हो,
कुछ ख्वाबों के साथ बस परिं दों की तरह सु ख-दुख के साथ जीवन के
आसमान में उड़ान भरते रहे !!
!! कुछ अनकही सी बातें ,कहती यह जिं दगी!!
!!कुछ ख्वाबों के साथ, बहती यह जिं दगी!!
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!! कुछ तलाश में ,भटकती यह जिं दगी!!

!!परिं दों की तरह, मन की उड़ान,भरती यह जिं दगी!!
-Archit Savarni
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सांसों का सफर
एक डर सा है मन में ,
कहीं यह सफर खत्म ना हो जाए!
हर लम्हों में जीने की ख्वाहिश,
कहीं सिमट ना जाए!
बे ताबी का मं जर है चारों ओर,
सब जीवन को कहीं खोज रहे !
जीने की उम्मीद लिए हम खु द में ही खो रहे !
आये गा वक्त एक दिन,
जब एक नया सवे रा आएगा!
एक ताजगी के साथ,जीवन अपना रं ग दिखाएगा!
हिम्मत और धै र्य के साथ परिस्थितियों से घबराए नहीं,
आज काली अं धेरी रात है तो एक दिन सवे रा आएगा!
यह है परीक्षा की घड़ी, जो भगवान हमसे ले रहे !
शायद हमारे कर्मों का दं ड, वह हमें दे रहे !
जीवन की नै या को प्रभु ही मांझी बनकर पार लगाएं गे !
बस आस है उस सवे रे की, जब हम सब नए जीवन में लौट आएं गे !
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अधूरी राहें
जीवन में सफर की खूबसूरती से ज्यादा,
उस सफर की राहें मन को भाती है !
राहों पर चलकर ही हम,अपने सफर को पूरा करते हैं !
राहों की महफिल में ,तन्हाई के आलम में !
जिं दगी की खट् टी मीठी यादों सं ग, वक्त बिताने का मजा ही कुछ अनोखा
है !!
चले थे हम एक ऐसे सफर में ,जिसका ना तो मं जिल था ,और ना ही पूरी राहें !
इस सफर में उमं ग था, बहार था, कुछ दर्द थे ,और कुछ खु शियां भी!
इन राहों में कहीं पत्थर भी मिले ,कहीं कांटे भी मिली ,
तो कहीं फू ल भी मिले , और कहीं सुं दर वादियां भी!!
बहारों से सजी जीवन की राहें ,

सफर को अनोखा बनाती है !
दुख, दर्द को साथ लिए यह राहें ,
जीवन को और खूबसूरत बनाती है !
दिल में कई अधूरे ,ख्वाहिशों के साथ,
दिल में लिए कई,अधूरी यादों के साथ!!
अधूरी तो है यह राहें , दुख के अं धियारे के साथ सु ख के रोशनी आगाज भी
करती है !!
पर क्या करें ? इन राहों पर चलने का मजा ही कुछ और है !!
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-Archit Savarni
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Journey of Life
journey from failure to success
The journey of thoughts
from contemplation of situations
Journey of memories in moments of loneliness
Journey from despair to hope
journey from sorrow to happiness
journey to make dreams come true
Journey to live every moment
Journey from Pride to Surrender
journey from birth to death
Journey from Anand to Bliss
Journey to live happily every moment of sorrow
This life is like a flower
which has thorns and also the fragrance of the beautiful flower
love you zindagi
-Archit Savarni
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The colors of life

In the colors of many experiences, this life is painted!
Just like life is mixed in the ocean, the water in the form of rivers is
mixed in colour, the color of the happiness of life!
Service is mixed in the colors of emotion, the color of surrender!
Love is mixed in the colors of emotion, the color of joy!
Mixed in every deep sense, the color of the divinity of life!
Mixed in the colors of experience, the color of life's acting!
Be drenched in all colors while this life goes on!
Then there is a meeting of the sense of joy in life!!
Seeing the colors of beauty, we are fascinated!
Like we are colored like the colors of the rainbow!!
The color of experience in life, they explain life!
Every sorrow reminds me to paint in the colors of happiness.
Every emotion smells of colors, smells of life!
It gives us a sense of the beauty of life!!
Every love, tears of separation, feelings flow with color!
It gives an impression of the sanctity of life.
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In the colors of circumstances, many meanings of life are hidden!

In every loneliness and joy, it explains life!!
Like the makeup of every color, it beautifies life!
Blooms with every colour, like the color of life's flowers.
-Archit Savarni
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Dr.Prakarsh Jain
Unexpectedly insightful, full of charm and over compensatory

wisdom. This psychiatrist is sure to leave you guessing and blown
away by his command on words in both English and Hindi. Giving
his creative soul an outlet through each couplet he rhymes
YouTube- Dr.Prakarsh Jain
Quote- “One must not change oneself but one should improve
oneself. However, improvement is also a form of change.”
Email: jain.prakarsh20@gmail.com
Instagram: @jainprakarsh
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RAAVAN-VADH
जब जब रावण जला कहीं
तब तब द्वे ष पला वहीं,
कर्म काण्ड को अपना लिया
अर्थ कभी जाना ही नहीं ।
अहम् था वो क् रोध था,
छल कपट और अत्याचार
अं त हुआ था इन सब का,
सं ग रावण का वै र-विकार
मोक्ष मिला ना भगवन् से भी,
कलयु ग में वापस आया है
यही सिखाने की राम बनो,
किन्तु खु द का अं श पाया है
रावण-वध ना समझा कोई
बस शस्त्र उठा कर चल दिए
जय श्री राम तो बोल दिया
फिर राम वाणी भु ला दिए ।।
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AAZADI
जो आग लगी थी सीने में
आजादी मिल कर चै न आया
पर अब जाकर यह लगता है
क्या खोया और क्या पाया
एक दे श गु लाम था तब तो
अब सोच एक गु लाम है !
लड़ सकते थे उनसे तो
अब दुश्मन खु द का नाम है
वीरों ने दी थी कुर्बानी तब
अब सरहद पर मारा करते हैं
ले किन मं दिर मस्जिद गिरजाघर
सब चै न से सोया करते हैं
फासले ऐसे बन गए हैं कि
सरहदें है दे श के अं दर तक
दरवाजे खु ले हुए हैं ले किन
दे नी पड़ती है दस्तक
आजादी को जै से सदियां बीत गई
खु शी तो है और गम भी है
जश्न की चकाचौंध और कुछ
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भूखी आं खें नम भी है
फिर उठे गा एक सै लाब कोई
एक भगत सिं ह फिर आएगा
उम्मीद करो बस सालों बाद
कोई यह तो ना दोहराएगा
जो आग लगी थी सीने में
आजादी मिल कर चै न आया
कि अब जाकर यह लगता है
क्या खोया और क्या पाया |
-Dr.Prakarsh Jain
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MISTY LOVE
Misty gentle rains say,
Together we lay!
See it is calm, quiet and pure
Mere enough of you to lure.
See the breeze, so meek, so cool
Gushes through your hair, I drool.
Wade me in your arms
For the sake of drops that plead,
Listen to the cry of my eyes
For a bare glimpse of you, they bleed.
So fond of the font of your walk
That I limp in the name of love
Hold my hand, we’ll dance to beats
Nimbly shall I shove.
Lovely luscious little lips
Smile at the verge to blurt,
Words you whisper subtly
How do I just not flirt?
Gosh! The slender neck like a swan
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From the corner of your eye,

You spy the every bit of me
I deem, I fancy, I buy this lie.
Dew as it settles down on grass
Makes the look some more green,
Kiss me soft and hike my high
I make this plea, oh my queen.
Yet again the wind blows
Yet again the sun glows
And the misty gentle rains say
Come, together we lay!
-Dr.Prakarsh Jain
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Jeevajothi.C
LIFE IS TO LOVE AND TO BE LOVED

Love writing
Simple words
Thoughtful words
Email: jeevajothic21@gmail.com
Instagram: @d_j_s_writings
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JUST ME AND MY FEELINGS...

When you have true feelings,
It's an inevitable thing,
Feeling Hurt and Pain.
You hurt me,
And I feel it.
But, can you feel that pain?
Does it really hurt you?
To be frank,
"No, it doesn't pain and I already know your game".
"I am hurt.
My feelings have been hurt",
I know they're simply words,
But they express a little meaning,
About my hurt feeling.
While not all value them,
Rest assured,
There shall be someone there,
Your heart who shall value,
And your Feelings who shall spare.
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Not all are gentle being,

Not all are meant to be your king.
Be yourself.
Control your Feelings,
Before they control you.
Don't let them complicate,
Just go with the flow.
That shall make your journey,
More Beautiful.
Be valued and loved,
And just not Available.
- Jeevajothi.C
EMOTIONS
Not everyone play with
your emotions...
And not everyone value too..
- Jeevajothi.C
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NEEDS
I just need
1. Music
2. Coffee
3. Travel world
I will be happy !
- Jeevajothi.C
LIFE
Life is really simple...
Overthinking makes it complicated.
- Jeevajothi.C
FRIENDSHIP
Friendship too have heart breaks!
- Jeevajothi.C
HOPE
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Have hope in everything!

But don't expect anything!
Expectation hurts...
Hope won't...
- Jeevajothi.C
ATTITUDE
Don't be too good always
You need to be rude sometimes
Only then you'll be valued!
- Jeevajothi.C
PASSION
Do what makes you happy
Don't care about the shit around you
Someday you'll succeed…
- Jeevajothi.C
BLESSING
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Have atleast one person

to whom you can tell anything
without thinking...
- Jeevajothi.C
VIDEO CHAT
Video call with friends!
Call duration - 01:37:28
Full of fun, jokes,and happiness
Nothing meant important
Just sweet nothings!
- Jeevajothi.C
PAIN
Live with the pain for a while...
It makes you far better than what you used to be...
- Jeevajothi.C
Palak Singh
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Palak Singh also known as Pixie, is a sapling, trying to grow her

roots in this poetry world. She was born and nurtured in Uttar
Pradesh, India. Her desire for poetry began with the inducement
earned by the valuable people of her life. Her poetry is a combination
of reality and fantasy, blended together and bringing out the best of
her production. Her other peak interests include painting, reading,
singing, and fangirling over Blackpink. She's a long-legged girl, who
presently is pursuing her dream career in Architecture while living in
India itself.
Email: wordsofpixie@gmail.com
Instagram: @wordsofpixie
Blue Treasure
Up so high, that's the sky,
Feel you, I wish I could,
Those white bags of water,
The hiding place of sun,
The water tanks, our raindrops,
And the one who gives is those thunder shocks,
I wanna meet them all.
Possible, I wish it was,
The blue treasure, can't be touched at all,
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No sobbing or crying,
I choose to talk,while lying
The grass is smooth here, I will tell,
You send me those breezes, it's even then.
Let me tell god, "a real treasure you created",
Will send birds to moon tonight,
With my secret it states, "Grandma, together we won every fight"
-Palak singh
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Golden Beauty
Sun was settling down,
Sitting on the bench,
Saw you over there,
Wanting to see you clear,
Pretty you looked,
Visible, nothing but you,
Different you were,
Like a pearl in the ocean,
One of your own,
Wished to God, "let me be her, for real",
But so far away, the distance could only increase
Who was she?
Unique and precious was thee,
Sparkling that golden butterfly,
I call, "GOLDEN BEAUTY".
-Palak singh
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Forever
We met and stayed,
Forever we prayed,
Calls or none,
Still! our heart knows it all,
The games we played,
The gossip of our stayed nights,
Grooming on each other's tone,
Talking! secrets all unfold,
They know it all, memories we say,
With the bond that got stronger
Scoldings! anger bowed, to love we showered,
Understanding us, not the fences,
We grew different not apart,
US is We, neither you nor me,
Forever we promised, forever we say,
Since then we say, till then we stay.
-Palak singh
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Elsa and Olaf

All cold in the winter, countable breathing she found,
With her soul she came, added disprin in it's mouth.
I call her Elsa, her Olaf she made,
Fed and sheltered, won it's faith.
The tick-toked,
He jumped and walked.
On the call of Olaf,
He ran and hoped.
Crossing her boundaries, she chose him over,
He had faith, since then, I don't know till when!
They meet and they greet,
Pillow he makes, always on her feet.
I watch them over and over,
And call them Elsa and Olaf.
-Palak singh
What We Hear
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Oh! She's wearing high heels, Aren't they too high?

Ahh! Those sneakers, aren't those worn by a guy?
The dress is too short! The blouse is backless?
Is she crazy or what! Creating her own mess.
She's a girl! We can let her be a doctor,
Not to step outside the boundaries,
She's not capable of those helicopters.
She can't work, she can't fight,
But she becomes a jerk, when she asks for her rights.
This is what we hear, not what I say!
This is what we all have been,
But it's time to pay.
Now, we can't be mute!
Need to get their brains reboot.
join hands, not closing the eyes
choose to raise the voice.
-Palak singh
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Hidden
Blurry eyes, again tears scared to fall,
Face wiped, nobody noticed that at all.
Pretend I,
Every now and then,
Still fight,
But until when.
Peace, all I want,
Nothing but everything I got.
Hide your tears, they say,
Now being emotionless, I may,
Hidden and sitting on my chair,
Maybe, getting over all my fear.
Laugh or smile, they say a lot,
Alone, it's all me I got,
Fight I say, all in stay,
Brighten up my soul, that's my goal.
-Palak singh
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FIGHT
Her smile blooms, covering her scars,
That shine gone, seen in her eyes so far.
She grew, they say, Comfort she receives? Ahh! no way.
Her hide and seek on stop, just when he hops,
Bringing back her to her he chose,
Not with the time he wanna loose.
Ignored were the hugs, sitting like a sticky bug,
Chose silence over him, but he didn't let the light go dim.
Fighting the problem, he chose,
Finding was what were the clues,
Helped her to speak out, problems were revealed about.
Cried, water all drained out,
not only her, his tears also were found,
The monster was the reason he found nothing is gonna be hidden
about.
Saviors were contacted now, monster caught, with a question of
"how",
The girl still cried all night, her, with her best friend won the fight.
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True FRIEND
Judges you in your face,
Takes your stand behind,
Stays with you after a fight,
hugs you even if he/she doesn't like.
-Palak singh
Karma
Have faith in The Power of Karma.
Remember! When taken lightly, be ready to face the consequences.
This ain't a warning, but A FACT.
-Palak singh
That STAGE
Uncomfortable conversations happen between the most comfortable
people.
Probably leaving is an option but those choosing to stay, darling they
are the ones growing.
-Palak singh
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MENTAL PEACE
attained when you get your favourite food
-Palak singh
HAPPINESS
find happiness in every single word of your life
-Palak singh
ENERGY
Neither created, nor destroyed, always revolves around i.e. what you
give comes back to you, as KARMA is another form of energy.
-Palak singh
DOWN TO EARTH
One who succeeds in life,
being down to earth makes success stay longer with that person.
-Palak singh
SILENCE
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It is more powerful than all the arguments occurring.

-Palak singh
SADNESS
Occurs with the thought of expectation
-Palak singh
CRY
Cry it out, until the bucket full of emotions is empty.
-Palak singh
YOU
When sad or mad, try to comfort yourself instead of criticizing, your
body will feel cherished, which it never had.
-Palak singh
NOTICE
You are everything and you have everything, It's just that you haven't
noticed anything.
-Palak singh
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You to you
the truth is, you ain't speaking the truth.
Forget about others, I am talking about your conversation with you.
-Palak singh
HATE
A very "HEAVY WORD" it is, and a very easy way to avoid it's
burden is, "LET IT GO"
-Palak singh
LOVE
another word for MUTUAL UNDERSTANDING
-Palak singh
SELF LOVE
A form of LOVE that never generates HATE
-Palak singh
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VANSHIKA VATS
Vanshika is a Delhi- based writer having her keen interest in

Dancing and Programming besides writing. She is pursuing medical
from Rural Medical College, Pravara Institute of Medical Sciences,
Loni and wants to pursue Psychiatry as her career. Writing is that tool
of hers which she uses to express her emotions when verbal
interactions do not work. Her inclination towards literature has helped
her improve her hold on content- expression and literary devices. All
in all she is an Exuberant medico.
Email: vatsvanshika2013@gmail.com
Instagram: @vanshika.8 and @hiddenemotions_diary
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RESURRECTION
The traces of tears on the pillows kept over the bed
Face seemed tired turns red
All of us dead from inside, but no one gets
We all need some time to resurrect
Some decisions unsaid
Some decisions written on the paper were just read
Time has passed,still we haven't met
How shall we know what's the time for us to resurrect
But turns coming through all the way
I suppose those situations stabbed me back, forced me to lay
To introspect over things again, crying out loud silently, though in
pain
We all want to resurrect but inside we all are still dead....
-Vanshika Vats
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THE PAST
Those old days of long talks
Those friendly hugs and non-stop walks
Getting gifts for each other when out there for a shop
Now just confused in situations and asking just 'WHAT?'
The time has changed a long ago

Keeping past in mind, but now letting negativity to go
Don't want to get back or my emotions to let me flow I have
experienced times when friends turned to foe.
From harassment to assaults

Even when you are not at any fault
It seems as if everything has hault
You feel disheartened not because you cared but because... Damn it
was not your fault
Breaking on terms of less talks is something which is better but on

terms of hate and trust issues
Is like writing with a damaged pen on a letter
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But in vain, now even that letter is torn Even the bullies have refused
to wear its pieces
This smile of mine is now brought on leases.
-Vanshika Vats
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Syeda sania Mahmood
Syeda Sania Mahmood is a 16 years old girl who lives in

Hyderabad. She is an agreeable person. When she learns about
poetry, she feels like she has never ended up. She likes to write
poetry, and it's a way of expressing her. She is very thankful to
almighty Allah and her great parents for each and everything..
Email: officialsanu206@gmail.com
Instagram: @_.sparkingsanu._
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Love
The boy who came into my life
The boy who cared about me
The boy who treated me like a princess
Do you know, who is he? this my boy my love.
What should I say about him ?
Millions of word are also not enough for him.
What should I explain about him?
He made my life beautiful like a flower's.
This is a reason why I smile everytime
He give me lots of happiness.
This boy is know as God gift.
And I don't care about the world.
I just wanna be with him till my last breath.
Love is not what you say,
Love is that what you do.
- Syeda Sania Mahmood
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Priyadarshini Thoppe Sivakumar
Priyadarshini T S is an avid reader and an aspiring writer. She has

taken steps towards her dream by sending in her works to various
writing competitions and anthologies. She is confident that one day
she will publish her novels and enjoy the happiness one receives
while others enjoy their work. "Hope does bring misery but hardwork
and honesty coupled with hope creates miracles"
Email: iriswrites833@gmail.com
Instagram:@prilin17
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BEFORE
“Before the Big Bang,
Long before stardust became stars,
Eons before the Earth found the sun,
Together we were, in love, glory, ecstasy,
Alas, how I have forgotten that and lost my way.
Now eons after the Big Bang,
Long after stardust became stars,
After the Earth found the sun,
I now see you, without remembering, without memories of our union
But you never forget,
So when our eyes meet I feel the soft caress of those memories I
chose to forget.
Chose it so, for I wanted to know,
How to love you here,
Keep looking at me till I find my way back to you
Before the next Big Bang,
Long before the stars diminish to dust,
Eons before the Earth clashes with the Sun,
Let me love you, experience you, laugh and find joy with you
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Lest I forget again how it feels to love you as you and me,
Coz, when we merge again in happy reunion
I shall forget these memories getting back the ones I forgot before.”
- Priyadarshini Thoppe Sivakumar
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Delivery Mission
I peeked out. It was a bright Sunday morning. Little white clouds
were floating around lazily in the pale blue sky. The dazzling sunlight
made all the leaves look brighter, like they had been painted anew
overnight by fairies and elves. I carefully checked the treetops. The
trees were devoid of any bug life forms but still I was nervous. Before
I stepped out I needed to make sure that I wasn’t watched. If I was
being followed or attacked, all would be in vain. I spotted a loner on
the sidewalk by the bushes. I thought about running for it but that
would be futile. I had heard stories – they were not harmless – just
that made up stories. The truth was they could do some serious
damage. They hang out around here and there, waiting for this kind of
opportunity so that they can attack. My position was pretty bad today
because I didn’t bring anything to defend myself. I stalled for a few
minutes hoping the loner would leave but he was just lurking there,
maybe smelling my fear. There was no choice. I couldn’t wait till it
became noon, when they come in large crowds. They are fearless and
could even come to this side if they are in a group. I took a deep
breath and comforted myself. There was no other choice, come what
may I had to do this.
I wrapped the box in my stole. At least if it was concealed, they
wouldn’t mind me. I hid it and clutched it to my side lest it be visible
to the loner. I scanned the trees again just to be sure and stepped out
tentatively. The sun was warm against my back but my hands were
shivering and palms were sweating. I told myself to not let the fear
show; he will know. I held the wrapped box tighter and tried to walk
casually like I belonged there. I took each step carefully keeping an
eye on him. I scanned the surroundings as well to make sure none of
the others appeared. I had to make sure that the box reached its
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owner. It was important. I was halfway there when she appeared. She
was looking at me as though I had something to hide. I looked down,
eye-contact was not safe. If I met her eyes she would see the fear in
them and would understand that I am carrying something. That must
not happen – my friend was counting on me. I started moving a little
further away and walking. I had almost reached. I could see the
building and started walking faster. That was a mistake. She
understood and started to move towards me. As she started to
scamper towards me, I started to run and called for help. Akka came
with a stick and yelled “Po Korang” and I ran inside the safety of the
hostel building. I said thanks to akka and she said these monkeys are
such a menace to everyone. They are always after someone to grab
their food or bag or bottle. I agreed and sighed in relief. I could get
the breakfast safely to my sick friend upstairs. Looking out the
window I see the monkeys – so harmless.
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CONFESSION PROMPT
To all those silent lovers,
The unpredictability that is intrinsic to life has been amplified by the
arrival of the pandemic. The routine that most of us have taken for
granted to be a thick rope has just been turned into a flimsy thread as
highlighted by the pandemic. If any of you have had feelings for
someone and have been too scared to convey it to that special
someone, now is the time for action. There may be many reasons on
why you are holding on to it and not revealing you heart to that
special someone. Maybe that person is your best friend and you do
not want to spoil the relationship, or maybe your shy nature or
insecurities are worried about how they will respond or you are
someone like me, who has been hurt one too many times that now
you are scared to go forward. Whatever the reason, it is time to step
on the brake on the overthinking and shift to the first gear to step into
the real world. As a girl who has proposed to a boy first, I can tell you
that it is not easy to break stereotypes but it is worth it to put your
feelings into words and convey it to that person. The worst that can
happen – they may not reciprocate your love. How is that really going
to affect your love for them? Let me answer – Nobody can change the
way you feel about a person except you! Whether this is your current
condition or something you regret in the past, I hope this letter
becomes the push you have always wanted to confess your love.
From a heartbroken girl who has fallen in love many times.
P.S: I don’t regret confessing my love(not even once).
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Sambhar Saadham
I don't remember many things from my childhood but one of my
favourite memories from my third standard is related to Sambhar
Saadham. For those people who are unfamiliar with South Indian
cuisine; Sambhar Saadham is simply rice mixed with Sambar, a lentil
broth boiled with vegetables like carrot, potato, cucumber, drumstrick
etc., Sambar is one of the favourite dishes relished by Tamilians
especially vegetarians. We can mix it with rice or use it as a side dish
for many of the tiffin items like idli,dosa and upma. I used to love it
when I was a kid and I still pester my mother to make me sambar
once in two weeks. Let me get back to the story. When I was in my
primary school, we usually used to take packed lunches. Tiffin boxes
packed with cold food and even those privileged ones who brought it
in thermal boxes still had it cold because school started early and the
lunch break was a long time away. I used to hate lunch break. I used
to hate those tiffin boxes and I hate cold food. I never felt
comfortable to sit around my friends as we struggled to open the
lunch box and share the food amongst ourselves. You must think by
now that I am some stuck up person who hates sharing. Yes, I hate
sharing my food. I am like Joey that way. "Joey doesn't share food".
That's totally me. And unlike Joey, I go both ways. I don't like to pick
food off from others tiffin and eat it. For those who got the reference,
you are my people and for those who didn't - stop reading this and go
see F.R.I.E.N.D.S.
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Please don't. Go after reading this.

Anyways, because of my hatred of lunch break I used to beg my mom
to bring me hot lunch somedays. I love spending time with her. She is
a friend and not a typical mother which is not something everyone is
blessed with. She is the kind of mother who pampers you and at the
same time disciplines you. She has made a hundred sacrifices for us
that I know of and I am sure a million more that I don't. She is the one
who introduced me to the grand world of books. Without her, I
wouldn't be writing this now. I will always be grateful to her, for
reading me tons of fairy tales before bed which turned me into the
eternal bookworm. Here I am going off track again. Let me get back
to our story. One of those days I begged her to come, she agreed since
she had very less work at office. I was so glad and went off to school
in a happy mood despite the darkening weather. The classes dragged
on as always and let me tell you - that day I couldn't wait for the
lunch bell to ring. I was thinking of what food she would bring for
me. When the bell rang, I ran over to the staff room and informed
them that my mom would be coming to spend lunchtime with me.
After they consented, I went downstairs and eagerly waited for my
mom.
It was pouring cats and dogs out there and I saw her with an umbrella
holding on to a small bag containing my lunch. I was smiling at her
when she spotted me and waved. She came over to me and asked me
how my half day was. I told her it was very boring and she laughed.
She took my hand and we walked over to the auditorium which was
some distance away from the main building. There were many steps
there which were sheltered from the rainy weather and we settled
down on those hard concrete steps. She asked me whether I was
hungry as she opened up the bag and took out the box. I nodded
eagerly looking at the box. She opened it up and looked at my face.
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She could see I was so euphoric that she had brought my favourite
dish and smiled at me. She fed me and talked to me about class and
the rain kept pouring. After satisfying my stomach and mind I ran out
to the rain and danced around. It is such a happy memory. Were you
bored? I am just trying to convey a message here typical of an author.
I always wonder how we used to spend all our free time before
smartphones were handed to even the tiniest of the tots. Thinking
back to these memories I realised that as humans, we often cherished
those small incidents that brought us immense happiness. Without
phones, we were much closer to people around us. We were excited
about the smallest of things and we didn't mind waiting a while for it.
When things are at your fingertips, you tend to lessen the value they
hold. I don't know why I remember this particular memory but
somehow it got fixated in my mind. I am really happy to say that I
was a part of the generation where smartphones did not exist for us as
children and we enjoyed some great moments. I sound old. A
common dish that gave me one of my most cherished memories -
Sambar Saadham.
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Saily K.
"Any writing
comes out of a muse, a muse is always someone that inspires us to do
the best."
Email: sailykorens@gmail.com
Instagram: pennedmywords
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LOVE FOREVER
I don't know what it was about him,
But all that I know is, today he is all mine.
I guess, he has always been,
Not that I doubt the fact.
But, it's never been easy.
Love has never been easy to anyone.
Not to him, not to me, to no one.
After being through hell and back,
There has left nothing to regret or to feel the resign.
The worry, the danger, the longing,
It's all come to an end now.
He's finally mine.
His body, his soul, him entirely, its mine. For now, for then and forever
until the end of time.
-Saily K.
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ONCE A MOTHER, ALWAYS A MOTHER

No word mattered to me before you voiced out your first.
I was surprised you even spoke so clearly.
The way your voice rolled of "Mumma",
Nothing can mean to me as much as it is to me dearly.
You are the angel sent to me,
The only one for me.
My centre of universe,
Me sun, flower and bee.
The way you hold my finger,
The way you play with my lenghty locks,
Your cute little smiles,
And those mesmerising talks,
Always warm my heart,
Even though your tantrums break it apart.
I have always loved you my little angel,
from the very first of your breath.
And I will always love you,
Until parted by death.
NOT A PLAYTHING
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I know your longing,

To make me your new fling.
But I'm also a human being.
I do have a heart, that is still beating.
I do have a feeling,
You won’t stop at anything.
Until you're done proving,
I am not worthy of love and is just a shiny bling.
Whenever you want,
whenever you need,
I have to be there for you,
And that is just not my thing.
I don’t entertain the idea,
Of being at your mercy.
Yes, even I am a human being.
And not your plaything.
-Saily K.
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OUT OF LOVE
We were there one moment,
And then I was in it alone.
I don’t know what changed,
With each other we no more belong.
One moment we were loving,
With whole heart and soul.
Now it’s just an act,
To show the world no foul.
Didn’t realize when it happened,
But it did happen for sure.
Our love was once an example,
For all and it was so pure.
Just like a plant goes dry,
Our love ceased to grow.
From being madly into each other,
We just fell out of love
-Saily K.
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BROKEN MILLION TIMES

Naive as I was,
I just didn’t see,
What you were doing to me,
Even when the others warned me,
With you not to be.
I was basking in the glory,
Of the camouflage of love,
You set up for me.
I never got to know,
Why though,
Even when I fell for you truly.
I never pretended to love you,
I never let you down.
Yet when the time came,
You were just up and left me.
what made you do this to me?
Just in this single life, you left me broken a million times.
-Saily K.
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LOST IN YOU
It was a rainy day, I remember since it was the first time our eyes met
each other.
I was on my way back home from my classes and was soaked head to
toe riding my bicycle.
You were standing in the door step of your office watching the rain and
I just happened to pass by in a moment.
But for the moment our eyes met, it was like I had met someone I knew
long back.
In that one moment I realised that we were meant to be so much more
than mere friends.
Yet, it started with a little hesitant friendship on the facebook.
You and me, were equally scared to be together.
But, I know that there existed a pull which was slowly binding us
together even as friends.
Then a few months of being friends began the actual thing between us,
where we had finally crossed that fine line between friends and a little
more.
It was at that one moment when you finally picked the courage to say
that you want more that I could tell that we were going to last long.
But what I didn’t realize was that we were writing the little chapters of
a beautiful forever.
Yes, it took a real lot from us to be at the stage we are at.
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Years of being apart from each other, silent lonely nights, lakhs of
hours without being in each others arms, without being able to hold
each other close.
Still, it was all worth in the end.
Now that we are happily together forever.
We have created so many wonderful things for us together and yes there
are a lot more to accomplish as of yet.
Even then, no achievement is bigger than being with you.
It’s the best feeling I can even express, being lost in you.
With you, but still lost in you.
Exploring everything with you, still lost in you.
I am afraid of losing myself, I love you and yes I am completely lost in
you.
-Saily K.
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HATE TO LOVE YOU

We have been together since we were kids. We knew each other like the
back of our hands.
I knew you were a good person inside out and that's the reason why I
fell for you.
Once so close, now mean nothing to each other. But that's just from
you.
I still love you the same way I used to.
I always had a feeling that your heart belonged not to me.
I always had my doubts as girl instincts they say.
But still, I risked loving you.
I couldn't let go you know.
You were my dream for a very long time. I always had you by my side.
But that little confession changed everything.
I wish I had never told you.
I wish you felt the same way.
You broke my heart and me.
Yet I still love you the same way.
But unknown to you, I still hate to love you. And I hate myself for that
too.
But I can't change the truth.
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Once you were mine, friend and nothing more you say.
But in my eyes and heart, you were much more.
I still love you and seriously I don't care if you return or not, because
even then I will always love you.
But yes, I hate to love you and I hate myself for that.
-Saily K.
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Meghana N K
Meghana is a curious biologist who has special inclination towards

art. She believes writing is the best form of art to carve her thoughts.
She is a budding passionate writer, reader, painter and calligrapher.
Being a PHD researcher she finds organizing random thoughts like
stars in sky into constellation of poems as the best way of living to
the fullest. Meghana graduated in BSc Microbiology, further obtained
post graduation in Biochemistry and Molecular Biology.
Email: meghanankjnv@gmail.com
blog: http://inspiringdaily10.blogspot.com/
Instagram:@passionate_pendant_of_sky
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FIGHT FOR LIGHT

Tragedies turn to art
A way of lightening the heart
To someone it's a lost trust
And to other a hopeless wait
People name it as a fate
As it is already too late
Just to keep up the beat
To escape the noise of regret
Questions whirling goes infinite
Like the sky stars in the night
Refusing to constellate
Yet seeming so bright
Every step ahead asks if I am right
For I didn't want to be a star in the night
But a candle in the dark as a light
Easing your obstacles and fight
-Meghana N K
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ASSENTING THE ENDEARMENT

Waiting is beautiful!!!
Yes! It is
Not because I’m enjoying
solitude,
It is because
I know that you will come
back
With all the love in the
universe
And at that moment,
Hunger turns into
HAPPINESS
Boredom turns into
BEAUTY
Bringing that charm of
FAITH
It's only your presence that's
going to make me feel
complete.
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SCAR SURVIVES TO STRENGTHEN

Just because you can join the cut ends with a knot,
doesn't mean it can be cut again and again..
Just because it can be stitched,
it doesn't mean you can always tear it apart..
Just because it can be healed,
it doesn't mean you can pierce again and again..
It can be joined by knots, but the length is shortened
It can be stitched, but the cloth looses it's texture
It can be healed, but the mark is left
And everyone has these moments

Where u get stabbed by words
Burnt by the blaze
With your throat on the dagger
But that is when you know
The power of yourself
Oozing like a phoenix
Making you the strongest ever
-Meghana N K
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DISATANCE DREADS
You are my love story
Started once upon a time without seeing
Pages filled with imaginations
And the words savouring detachment
Bordered by hopes, inked with colours of tenderness
The story proceeded so quiet

Two hearts fleeting to one shore
Collecting the pearls of tears
Smiling at the mermaid around
Adulating and surpassing all the waves ahead
No galaxy has a denouement to this story

There are only the souls colliding
Whispering, screaming and still
Wrapped to the world unseen
Nattering between the two forever and ever
-Meghana N K
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YOU ARE MY FAVOURITE POEM

Far from the places unseen
You came in to my life
Making it brighter
Filling lives to my dreams
Making me complete
Making me a house of happiness
Feeling of me decorating the sky with stars

My soul is with your hand prints
My palm lines are following you to join you in my fate
And they are ready to solve all whirls of riddles to be yours
You are the life of ocean, I'm the feeling of it
Today, you are not here

A sea without waves, sky without clouds
But you are always here
In what I feel, what I write
And you will be my favourite poem
-Meghana N K
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Sneha Shruti
For the past years of finishing her education and graduating from a
well renowned management college, Symbiosis Pune, Sneha Shruti
now has a work experience of 2.5 years hopping from insurance
industry to automotive sector. Communication being her powerful
tool that comes to her rescue in her professional dealings. She is a
problem solver and works on finding a solution rather than wasting
time in sulking she tends to go deep into the problem. Optimistic in
her approach, she finds the world to be grey rather than dividing it
into black and white. She believes that no person is good or bad but is
the result of their experience
Email: snehashruti193@gmail.com
Instagram: @themoodytalesofficial and @paintingmess .
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The White T-Shirt

Does it feel the same?
People change but memories don't.
Is it the same, like it used to be on me?
Or has the newness changed it?
The smell, that yellow stain
Is it still there? Or has left like you did.
It's just a mere piece of cloth after all.
A cloth which I lost after losing you.
Now that I saw you still wearing it.
It felt like me, for I felt unmasked after ages.
Unknown from the fact that it always was Me.
The white T-shirt with the stain was Me,
The world wanted to get rid of and so do you.
-Sneha Shruti
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Distraction!
Reading a book and
there it is the beep, blinking cell phone
waiting for you to answer.
You're tempted and your hands move towards it, leaving your another
hand in between the pages of the book.
The fingers unlocking your phone wondering what's she up to now?
You replied her and then there's a pop up from your online shopping
store.
Boom!
There you're lying on your bed surfing the shopping site,
engrossed with so much intensity that the poor book now craves for
your touch. Waiting for your intense and non-distracted love,
wondering as to how can it grab your attention towards its non-glossy
skin.
Poor thing fail to realize that you're but a prey to distraction!
-Sneha Shruti
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Attraction!
He was north to her south,
A sun to her moon,
Summers to her winters,
Same as black hole to white hole,
Divided by bodies, united by souls.
Thought to be joint forever,
Like equator to the poles,
As autumn to seasons.
Looking for an equilux.
Accepted it as a mirage.
It was no more her muse but her reality.
She then knew,
he was a repulsion to her attraction.
For she was no more a girl but a lady.
-Sneha Shruti
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Bond or Bondage?
You feel like a grown-up.
When days doesn't matter.
When you feel relieved,
and free from the obligation,
and from customs of promises,
from gifts and friendship bands.
This is when you know,
Friendship is a feeling.
A magical feeling,
with no expectations.
It's but a power of trust.
It's being submissive with no master.
That understands the unavailability,
still stays for years with love and care.
You're a grown up when you realize
Friendship is a bond with no bondage.
-Sneha Shruti
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Love in solace.
I love you.
I have loved you and,
I will keep loving you.
Not in a way to freak you out.
But in my own way.
In an easy way,
In a more free way,
A way that doesn't ask for your presence.
She scribbled in her solace.

To which the pages laughed,
Knowing how her heart earned his soul.
-Sneha Shruti
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DWIJISHA KIRAN KATKAR
Passionate about various things so finds it hard to focus all her

energies on one task. A Doctor by profession, singer by heart and a
writer in her mind. If it was possible she would live her life as several
different people in one. Always trying to think differently and
challenge herself and others. A very extroverted introvert. If you like
listening to original mash ups and covers of all sorts of different
genres then visit her Instagram page; she sings in English, Hindi and
Korean.
Email: dwijikk@yahoo.co.in
Instagram: @dwijikk
SCATTER
The crack gapes open
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the wound bleeds

another feeling to rope in
to meet this fanatic mind's needs
Walls close in
breath becomes rushed
This phase is a part of yin
My scattered thoughts aside; brushed
Deep into this abyss
I ponder
With an uncharacteristic chuckle, I dismiss
Lonesome self calls me yonder
There are things to do
And places to be
I leave the thought cauldron down to stew
And into this glass I pour this part of me.
-Dwijisha
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PASSION
It's like falling out of love
Losing that fire for one's own passion
Your heart tells you it really wants to move
Bent yourself over in compassion
Sacrifices have been made
Buried under stacks of books
Through these murky waters, I wade
Caught in my lie, a helpless crook
No use of letting go
Too much time has been poured
Months turned to years; feeling low
With such fantasy I was lured
Doesn't feel the same
Everything seems in vain
Get me off this field; this horrendous game
I carry with me this curse like Cain.
-Dwijisha
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WORDS
His words like the balm her soul had been craving for since ages. His
smile that of the sun setting softly on a gentle breezy day. His arms
long enough to hug her tight. There was no need to join her broken
parts anymore. She had worked hard to reach this stage of her life.
She was whole and new. Finally back to her vivacious self and her
full potential. His hair fluffy and perfect. Just as she had always
wanted it to be. The past few years had been tough. I mean that’s just
what life is, isn’t it? Equal parts good and bad; well my opinion on
that is still divided, the darkness seems to be winning by a long shot.
But when those sun rays shine bright, every dew drop dances in joy
for its turn. She smiled fondly to herself, as she carried the letter she
had written the night before. It was innocent, sweet, a bit too giving;
it reminded her of her youth. She was still young, but sometimes a
few years feel like a hundred. It wasn’t a dreary period, just a bit
prolonged; and she well enough knew where she was at fault. She
frowned at her mind and its ability to bring this up whenever it
wanted. As she walked a few steps ahead, she saw him standing
looking at the moon; and in his right hand was a letter. He saw her
approaching and blushed. She made a heart in sign language and he
hugged her. Love did transcend all boundaries, even ones where no
words could be said.
-Dwijisha
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FOR BTS ARMY

Scars from the battles that we have faced
Our blood pools out with poison laced
This mountain doesn't seem worth it's climb
Easier to just give and work for the dime
7 passionate voices destined to meet
To rescue an ARMY of frozen beats
Battered, bruised, still full of hope
Sometimes the only reason to not sit around and mope
Tired, exhausted, but oh so loved
Our souls, minds, beliefs moved
Mere children up to goofy antics
The hate, prejudice they face is downright problematic
Trying to spread love one song at a time
They've been through the grit and grime
Our humble kings, always the best team
To get the light within us to shine and beam.
-Dwijisha
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Ashwini T
D/O Thimappa O B
Msc(Agriculture)
Davanagere
Karnataka
Email: ashwinitkavana@gmail.com
Instagram: @Words_ofthepen
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In finding friendship...
When the sun spills rays
In order to reach the earth
It's light for the world
But for the sun, its act of friendship with the earth...!!
When the cuckoo sings by tasting

the sprout of the mango tree
It's become melody for the world
But for the cuckoo, it's a friendship with the spring....!!
Even though the poetry created belongs to the poet, the ideas behind
the lines has given by the life,
It's a literature for the world...
But for the poet, it's a friendship with the language to win the
struggles of life...
Just a inspiration of expression...!!
-Ashwini T
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If you there....
If you’re there,
It's a fine blend of
Life-writing
Literature-words
If you’re there...
It becomes a poem
When you visit me as a remembrance
If you’re there...
The words celebrate themselves
as because you made them to write
Yes, surely I can become a poet
If u stayed in the lines
as there will be no dearth for words
Prosperity in our memories
Culture in your lyrics
This sandalwood friendship
Is everlasting endless
Perpetual literature for me..
Can I ask for words???

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Can I ask for words

When, waters of the ocean
transformed into clouds
and reaching the earth as rain again...!!!
Can I ask for words

When, the earth keeps herself busy in rotation and receiveing the
sunlight for giving life to the world without showing any pain...!!
Can I ask for words

When, the life journey made you to understand your worth and
helping you to find answers to the questions of life by yourself
without vain...!!!
Can I ask for words

Instead of enjoying the beautiful conversation with silence...!!!
-Ashwini T
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1. I can reach you

When I reach upto your standards
There, I will find you
Yes, I know that...!!!
2.wishing...
How many times
shall we say goodnight for each other
in distance before going to the sleep for these sleepless hearts...
3. Endless
Is there any end for our words???
Let the tomorrow to be wait,
For our talks...
To this unlimited friendship...
Again, to this unwritten poem...!!
-Ashwini T
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5. The emotions
Actually, when your emotions are right..
The people will enter in your life in a right manner,
And they ensures everything happens in a right way....
6. The distance
When...the cloud I saw
brought rain to your native...
Where...is the matter of distance and the question of apart...
7. It is you…
The sweetness,
in completing the incompleteness
The beauty,
Who can find beam in the brilliance
The wisdom,
That understands the truth
The greatness,
Which can remain calm
even knowing everything....
-Ashwini T
Kimberley Chisholm
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Kimberley Chisholm is a writer from Melbourne, Australia and has

been included in the Rosewood Publications Anthology Magic of
Serene and Wild. When not writing Kimberley enjoys spending time
with her children outdoors exploring the bay.
Email: awakentheastral1111@gmail.com
Instagram:@ByTheCoverPoetry
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The dangle
Shut up
its not your job
to wonder
to dissect
to unravel
to fall into the trap
the web of thought
Span by eight legged creatures
And now you're Stuck
Begging for help
Stop struggling
To set yourself free from them sticky threads
To undo the tangles
Helpless is what you are
- Kimberley Chisholm
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Castle
I am an abandoned castle
Cold are my blue stone walls
Rooms within me
Live in silence
Whilst sounds of memories
Haunt me and
Echo through the halls
The shelf
I placed myself on a shelf initially for a better view
I saw that which had confirmed
All I'd thought
So I continued to watch
Staying far longer than I'd intended to
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Fallen Angel
Marked, hunted, despised by the dark
It's hunger ravenous
Desiring to devour sacred life
Hidden in plain sight
War against holy light
For human existence
She is the devil
Halo and wings of flight
If she surrenders
No more will be peace
No God will reign high
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Liar
You'd smile then you lie
You cheated on yourself
Baby you won't get any better than I.
All you left me with was why's
So I left you with a goodbye
Now you're begging for one last try
You are so wrong
Thinking you could play me into your game
You underestimated me
So you and I will never be the same
You're a sorry excuse for a man
Hang your head as you walk in shame
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My Heart
All I ever really wanted,
Was for you,
To come find me,
And take me home.
I don't know how I recognised you
Or what it was that made me think
I could tell you
I knew you
From another time and space
And believed that in itself
would be enough
to make you stop
Drop and erase
Everything and anything previous to that moment
I don't know what I was thinking... I'm, not entirely sure that I was
thinking
At all.
It felt more like
I was doing what I was told to
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By my heart.
No matter how completely irrational
To my mind, or yours.
My soul had been waiting lifetimes to speak to you
Finally
It had found you again
There was no holding back
Not when there was words of love
waiting to be said
Not when there was real love
waiting to be shared.
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The Anguish
They just want to keep me here. Want to feed my fears.
Trying to hold steady. Trying to focus on what moves I will make
next, the most important that will lead me to the waters edge.
Can't let shit get to me. Can't let it get to my head.
I can feel something in my mind turning.
I'm about to start spinning out again.
I have plans, dreams and intentions. In the distance on the horizon I
can see them there.
I can almost smell them, taste them... touch them.. That is how near
these things are. Just within arms reach and soon I will be close to
grasping them.
Then comes the succumbing of the dark.
Back to fear steering me down and away from my mark.
Embarking me towards further perils
The welcoming of the devil
In the fear of the future falling apart
Self sabotage
No back bone. Just a fucking coward.
I list reasons why I feel like I'm in misery
Then so called friends feed me some bullshit that's completely
irrelevant about their life
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I leave them asking myself why did I even try to find someone who
would put themselves in my shoes?
Or try to see things through my eyes?
Keep wasting my hope on people who just don't know where I'm
coming from. I just keep on wasting my time.
I add further fuel to my flames causing my own mental anguish.
Bewitching
"Is it true?" he asked, "That you're a witch?"
I laughed,
"I don't need spells and potions darling.. I AM magic."
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An Eternity Of Waiting
I've been waiting,
For the last ship to come in.
I'll be waiting,
Until the last setting sun.
And on the other side
Of life
In death
My love,
Will your soul feel me?
Would you recognise me then?
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A Bitter Pill
Make it
Fake it
Escaped it
Made it
With nothing left to give
Stripped naked
No use in complaining
Contain it
Push it further down
Until you've swallowed it
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My Dear,
Live, the fullest life that you can.
Smile. Be free.
Be proud of all that you are, all that you have accomplished and all
that is still hanging on the stars, still waiting for you to achieve.
Love.
As though it is your reason, to live.
And when the ride is over.
If there is time left, and you are in need of company.
If you would like someone to hold you,
If only your hand.
Please,
Come find me.
Always yours.
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Maitreyi Kaushal
Maitreyi Kaushal is a standard student writer having attentiveness in
all kind of educational activities and studies as well. Currently she is
studying in Delhi Public School, Patna. She has a good passion of
writing and from her views 'Writing is not about making the lines, its
all about feeling the lines'. She just write what she perceives and
experiences. She has kept her personality like a versatile person who
is well doing in each category of work and activities. She likes
travelling and discovering new things. All she is a student writer who
loves to write and exhibit all kind of feelings. She also has her
YouTube channel - "A2K World"
Email: maitreyi.kaushal31@gmail.com
Instagram: @verses.redefined and @mk.huhyouexist
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I lost a loved one "We existed"

There was a time, we kept one's head above water
"We existed!" Wasn't it?
Or it was a occult dream you invaded in"
As far I got in my head it was conceivably just o'clock ;
which I am not able to get over as of now.
Huh! wish I will not.
I remember you,each individual lone thing about uh.
And promise, I rain or shine will further.
Your crushing voice; No, wait!
It wasn't only voice, it was magic. A sorcery one!
Your scrumptious smile, which as well as made me
smile every single time perceiving you.
Anyways., your soothing
kisses, came filled with tons of love.
Still and all I was miles away from you.
Tho never said, but meant so much.
The way we laughed, Ya I know
Joyous rollicking
The way we talked, kinda very chatty or say umm...
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"Loose lipped" it was.

The way you layed your eyes on me, Oh! What should I say?
I felt amazed...Every once in a blue moon heart stirring it was!
I remember, lock stock and barrel the words you said to me.
Ha ha! Some were to nth degree hilarious!
Some put heart in right place, or say Bleeding - heart maybe.
Some perspicacious and tho, some witty too
Greatest of all the stuffs you did for me,
I now glance at it with different eyes.
I remember each breath we mutual-ed,

Ahh...stock - still it delivers goose bumps!
Craving to survive those minutes again yaa
Seems like only yesterday or feasible it was centuries ago,
am afraid here It's really hard to say!
You are withdrawn from me at this moment,

No! It's not all. You are snatched away from me,
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I scrupulously have down pat mystery.

But fortunately one thing they couldn't put under
lock and key and send up the river"
I cognise...you must be reasoning;
What's that ? Any guesswork;
Sneaking suspicious? Oomaagoo
You got it right!
Yaa...its your memories and flashbacks,
still hangs one's hat in my heart' and lights up my dusky days.
Tho! I lost a loved one; hmm...I regret.
But the only fact that puts my mind in a deep barrel
Do you remember? "We existed!"
- Maitreyi Kaushal
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The Time game

Time will change, you will have to change with time.
People will change, you will have to change people with time.
Sometime will make you feel the worst;
Sometime will make you feel the best.
When time will teach you the moral of life;
You'll learn to mastery your lifetime.
- Maitreyi Kaushal
You are/ain't the same!

This time will pass
This moment too will end
We remained what we were,
but maybe not the way we were.
- Maitreyi Kaushal
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Tiny can become huge

Love is like a flowing river which cannot be stopped by tiny pebbles,
but if you allow the tiny pebbles to come between your love, then it
will get collected as a huge rock and will destroy all the flow of your
love…
- Maitreyi Kaushal
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Divanshu Goyal
Life is a beautiful canvas that we can paint with our favourite colours
Divanshu Goyal is a techie by profession. He believes that there is a
storyteller in each one of us. “All we need is to take a paper and draw
the words that explains your perspective.”
Email: divanshu.developer@gmail.com
Instagram: @divanshu.writes
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Emptiness
In the darkest hour of the night
when I lost the internal fights
I found the longing emptiness
in my heart like a dark hole
like space in-universe,
like a blank paper.
I asked myself,
can it be resolved or just dissolve everything?
can it fill something?
I heard myself repeating

in the symphony
with monochromatic desires
but I learned,
as I pushed back,
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I’ve learned mine can’t be filled,

only alchemized,
but it becomes enormous
in the darkness,
I waste my life seeking the divine
and clouding my mind
with sugar-coated lies
that are sold in the open market
in every public gathering
in every walk of earth
when these are removed,
when these are dusted,
from the skin and beneath
Is consciousness,
like a dusted soul
and again “Emptiness” is what we left with ...

-Divanshu Goyal
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The colourful life

This life is like a canvas,
where we discover
feelings and emotions
as different colours.
i painted with your favourite
colours but now it got
craves and cracks but
each day I fill these
cracks with different
brushes and colours.
I always wonder why
we always try to find
each other,
in game,
in profession,
in parents
and I always wonder why
god always exist as one
a bouquet of Memories
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I started looking for things

that I stopped noticing
in the fuzzy world
like the morning lights
or the dusk.
Earlier world was big for me

and my life felt so small
but now world feels so small
and all small things seems big.
when I look back and see

everything seems hazzy
like carousel of memories
just rushed across my eyes.
But I see a garden of memories
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which I nourished my whole life

I always went there alone
to see my favourite flowers
and sometimes bald trees.
I sometimes just sit there,

and play with memories
word-by-word in a metaphor,
then bake a poetry out of it
and it heals my scars all at once.
Isn't it so ironical about memories

that there is no right or wrong,
when I talk about memories,
I don't speak up but chew them
and taste them as it lasts.
-Divanshu Goyal
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Eternal love
Oh, darling!
let’s be like sun and moon,
never touched each other,
yet enlightened every night,
from the light of his lover
Oh, darling!
who exists in space and time,
like a soul in universe,
even death can’t conquer
Oh, darling!
catching glimpses of one another,
waiting for an eclipse
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Oh, darling!
where the sun dies every night,
to let her breathe
-Divanshu Goyal
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The Touch
Touch,
a language
of silence
that invigorates
Touch,
for alone,
is a companion
Touch,
for beggar,
perhaps a blessing
Touch,
for heart broken,
is love
Touch,
for visually impaired,
probably a life
Touch is an untold
emotion that gives
warmth to soul
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Force of love
Everything that exists and is alive
is driven by the force of love
and that force resides in you
no matter what I do,
in your lil heart,
I will always be a hero and a winner,
in your lil heart,
where we two can live cozily,
in your lil heart,
that got more space and life than
a galaxy that has a million stars
and even these comely eyes
that is brighter than any light,
makes me forget all the stars
in 100th part of a second
just by looking in them
-Divanshu Goyal
Feelings in rain
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dancing rain
across the meadows
giving trees
a drink from heaven
Tea as an excuse
I’m drinking
in this cup
memories and laughter
shared with friends
I’m drinking
this endless wait
Tea as an excuse
I’m drinking
their absence
-Divanshu Goyal
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Nishi Dalal
Nishi-A Writer and a Poet by heart and a CA student by Head.

Managing things while being a CA student has always been a juggle.
But she firmly believes that there should always be a passion which
holds you out of the remote life. "Fly with your own wings" people
should never depend on someone else to stand up- that’s what defines
her. Humans are balloons filled with emotions penning it down has
always been her motto. That’s where you as an audience could
connect with her writings.
Email: nishidalal2000@gmail.com
Instagram: nish_166
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Crossroads
Into the woods of green
Had I choice of two
Be you or Be with you
And I led to be you
Far from you into your shoes
Soon realized worth of pearl
Infectious smile and shiny eyes
Always in search of yours
In the garden full of flowers
Your rose blooms the best!
Wind chimes wanders with our memories
Wrapped up in your clothes takes me back to times
My body may not be with you but my heart still is
Surrounded by people, though so alone in the sky
Stars will align someday
Our heart is always sealed and soon be together
As our ending is still too far.
-Nishi dalal
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Dilemma
A teenage boy appearing for his boards this year living with his
parents was a simple school going average boy. As every parent’s, his
parents were behind him for the studies due to boards. Every day
going for the school, then tuition and then revising at home this was
the schedule he had set rather his parents had set for him. The exams
were close by the boy was preparing himself up but was very angry
due to immense pressure, so the day before exams he was so angry on
his mother, who asked him to study well. He fought with his mother
that night and didn’t even said Good Night to his mom. The next day
boy was getting ready for his exams, still angry with his mother. He
didn’t talk much with her that morning. It was nine and the exam was
at ten, he was just preparing to leave, when he asked his mom to get
him a glass of water. His mom in a haste went to the kitchen and
brought a glass of water. While he was drinking, the mother suddenly
fell down out of the pain. The boy, being terrified couldn’t understand
what was happening, he immediately called out the neighbors who
were of the opinion that this might be a heart attack. They
immediately called ambulance, but the ambulance was late and before
she could reach the hospital she died. The boy was in deep shock.
It was already Nine Forty-Five, he had two crossroads before him
either go to the exam center and give exam or be present for his
mother funeral. There he remembered his mother’s dream, she wanted
him to be a doctor and hence he decided to go for the exams. Now
onwards he wanted to do everything what his mother wanted for him.
He was very guilty for the last night when he didn’t say Good Night
to his mom also didn’t talk with her this morning. For the last time he
fought with his mother became the scar for his life.
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Few years later the son wore the white coat, he finally achieved what
his mom wanted as a tribute to her. Today, whenever he notices any
child crying for his mother he is always there to help them out.
Whenever a child is fighting with the parents he tries to resolve it. As
he doesn’t want any other child to be guilty in the coming years of
their life for fighting with their parents and none of them to be
motherless. The mother looking at him is smiling from the sky.
“Life is too short to fight with the loved ones”
-Nishi dalal
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Vishal K R
A future doctor from Bangalore with a keen interest in literature goes

by the name Vishal K R. A writer with a noble intention of inspiring
his fellow beings by poems with a profound meaning! Credit of co
authoring several eyeopening anthologies in various publications.
Read on to discover more of his creations!
Email- vishnupriya.vishal@gmail.com
Instagram: enigma_6001.
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Panorama of emotions
My animation compiled as literature, won a heart so much, brought a
lost man to his destination, made the blind visualise his existence.
My emotions isn’t restricted within papyrus and stylus, but rather a
domain beyond one’s imagination……
Mystical beings reign my soul, veins communicate, anastomosing
thoughts, encircling my imagination in the cocoon of literature…..
Some sweet as sugar, some lethal like toxin, Burst of emotions isn’t
uncommon,bottled up emotions with no ear to spare ! Diffusing all the
precious nostalgia in air, inhaled by not so good mortals,confusions and
deceit , their career to claim. Immolate in the flames of doubt, no one
to claim your hopes, surrounded amidst the conspirators. Life isn’t only
about deceit and doubt,but way beyond a mortal can imagine……
Hopes to live and hopes to rejuvenate thrives in our mind, life becomes
a panorama, a complete view of life!
-Vishal K R
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Mortal's soul tis of thoughts

As I advance further in life,
Realisation of reality becomes synonymous with life....
Mortal's petty quarrel over wealth and power,
Construction of narrow minded walls,selfishness and greediness
reigns their mind, tongues become barbed with toxin, emotions in
heart, a vestigial relation...
Doubts and ego, equipped with separating formula of love, humanity
becomes a fictious genre....
Yet every cloud has a silver lining, a handful of humans exists in our
abode, who's career involves restoring humanity and the faith
associated with it. Demolished narrow walls, streamline flow of
thoughts and emotions, united country folks, soul incorruptible, help
oneself and help others, tread together towards the path of freedom....
Lend a hand, pull them out of perilous thoughts, lend an ear, to
absorb their woes, lend your love, do the deprived isn't deprived
further......
Every living mortal's soul, finds abode to reside forever, make it
realistic, for eons to come!!!
-Vishal K R
Soul's path towards truth

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A place to worship,
My mind, a calm abode....
None polluted by rumours and gossips, Domesticated doubts,
dangerous and deadly, keep it at bay, life's smooth!
Land in unnecessary problems , Not my cup of tea , yet if I face , do
so in calm poised manner , souls divert to the accurate direction ,
compass of my virtues , very potent by experience , bitter the ones ,
better becomes my soul , immunised against pathogens of life , deceit
and cheating , a thing in trash.....
Why to open a can of worms? Why to loop our knots and complicate?
Like mind at crossroads, where to advance? Intuition,the professor of
every mortal's mind,swiggle your ears,pay attention,voice commands
with a march towards liberty,failed ones with entrapped Intuition,
becomes deaf and oblivion to his destination.....
Have pride, not prejudice,
Have hope, not hatred......
Guiding hands awaits you my dear,accelerate and advance towards a
luminous future!
-Vishal K R
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A ray of hope , for the deprived souls

Emotions under control,
Reins in your hand,
Giving up to Another charioteer, catastrophic results!
Control over emotions,an ordeal indeed, burst of emotions,dissolves
my garb,souls become vulnerable,feasting eyes,never loses sight and
feast upon one's own sorrow. Warriors aren't born,they're made.
Giving up one's solemn duty, a blasphemous act indeed!
Emotions become strong,pertaining to one's own value, determination
and desire to not give up,strive for the future,souls become
shield,flocks my breath!
Makes me a sober, my virgin soul becomes incorruptible....
Looks can be deceiving, sounds can be falsified. Scriptures of virtue,
pulls me back, prevents another catastrophe, how to make my deal,
under inevitable evil? Follow your soul,departs from evil, makes you
aware of evil,prevents you from falling into it!Hymns and chants,
epitome of hope,weaved pretty by sight to behold!A ray of hope for
the deprived souls!
-Vishal K R
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The dawn of realisation

A mortal becomes divine,
Flesh becomes a sacred garb, blood becomes the elixir of life,
considered an incarnation of hope amongst humanity when one begets
morality!Life isn't bed of roses,a trekking path,full of obstacles,pulls
you down in a matter of time,not deterred by those,pursue your
passion,achieving without shortcuts.Downfall can be autoregulatory
too!
Self discipline and responsibility are vital signs of goodness,
adulteration to those core principles becomes perilous,makes you
wander aimlessly. One who reigns over his subject must primarily
reign over his emotions, not for gallery exhibition. Self control deters
unwanted conspiracies, avoids the spies of deceit. A weak soul can
disguise as a Daring warrior, enrobed in the bravery myth,blown his
cover by a futuristic event,a catastrophic result,begets shame and
humiliation instead.Trustworthy can be opened to emotions, subjected
to an oath of secrecy,not many such exist,lucky soul,if found such a
mortal,whose tongue and mind under his control,emotions caged
within,not letting it loose.....
-Vishal K R
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Anushka Bhattacharjee
"Your chaos defines you Tranquility is just a mask" An English

Honors graduate who is passionate about art and is enthusiastic to
paint the world with her magic. Writing gives her a sense of control
and helps escape the mundane existence.
Email: anushkastyles725@gmail.com
Instagram:@rainberry25_
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Heartbreak Weather-
• Stop talking about things you want to say and start talking about
things they need to hear. It will save you your heart breaks
• When they finally learn to laugh again after you left them, the worst
you could do is to run back to them, expecting them to take you back
• With the few pieces of your broken heart I carry and few of my
darkest secrets that haunt the voices in your head, make us the perfect
strangers
-Anushka Bhattacharjee
True Colours-
• Those gloomy clouds turning grey are still better than the gleaming
smile next to you, because atleast its real
• If something makes you happy, grab it with both hands and you
don't owe anyone an explanation. The stakes are high anyways
• Your destiny is written in your stars and the scars in your heart
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Holographic mind-
• My mind made of the sky, never knew limits.
my judgements clouded, living in the dawn of hope I'm waiting for
the sun to guide me to my destiny
• Been sitting here watching the stars wink at me, whether am happy
or am sad
This is the only place I got, because the moon knows all my secrets
• Let me yet again throw myself into the arms of strangers, call it
charity
Drown in Love-
• My heart raced for you, not in a way that scared me...
But in a way leading home
• It is strange how the person who makes me the strongest is also the
person with whom I'm most vulnerable around
• It is agonizing how I can only see my smile through your eyes and
when you leave, I dive in the depths of melancholy
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Akshita Agarwal
Akshita Agarwal has done her B.A. Honours in English Literature.

Recently,she completed her B.Ed. Writing has always been her
escape from overthinking and anxiety. She finds it as an adequate
way to express her unvoiced desires.
Email: agarwalakshita150@gmail.com
Instagram: agarwalakshita321
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TO ALL THE MEN I DIDN'T STAND A

CHANCE WITH
We have all fell in love at least once in our lifetime. I have felt the
feeling of love numerous times. In the race of attaining love, we
encounter many people in our lives, some are sour, some are sweet
and there are bitter ones too. In order, to find the perfect blend of
flavours.
I am not old yet, but I kind of came across many people in my life.
Now I look back and realise there have been countless 'forevers' I
ended up promising and none of them even last. I ended up loving
many, unapologetically, to get my prince charming to fulfil my fairy
tale. But you know life isn't just silky rose petals one has to deal with
thorns as well.
So I ended up being with several men but most of them just wanted
sympathy, some just wanted to explore my skin, some just wanted
money and some were just there to give 'wisdom' about life on how I
should tackle my issues by forcing their experiences on me. Hence,
my utmost experiences were extremely toxic.
There are many more but now years have been passed so I remember
these categories only. Since they had played a major role in shaping
my personality and mindset about the outside world, they helped me
learn that there is always one Shakuni in the Mahabharata of life and
is up for no good deeds. They were horror thoughts in my mind which
lead to severely unsettled emotions and the best exorcism for me was
to bid them 'goodbye forever' to maintain my sanity.
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They have taught me to respect myself because they weren't capable

enough to give me the same respect as I did.
They taught me that a selfish man will always be preoccupied with
fulfilling his desires through his woman as they are empty from
within to give the same level of love.
They have taught me a fact that there shall be tremendous unwanted
constellations in my solar system from which I should stop expecting
that there will always be a shooting star.
I am not saying that one should not fall in love just because they have
faced horrors instead one should remember that they are worth
receiving every happiness in the world. One should see breakups
from a different light that expresses freedom, no conditions applied,
it's time to fulfil once fantasies and desires without being questioned
or judged and become the Cruella of once own life and one should
always give love a chance as a person can be awful but love isn't.
Therefore, I am extremely grateful to all the men I never stand a
chance with as it made me more aware of the consequences I could
face in a relationship.
-Akshita Agarwal
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There is a ticking bomb inside her that urges for his scrutiny when he
avert.
-Akshita Agarwal
If I could have him in my dreams every night, I'd stake my entire life
on dreams and done with the rest.
-Akshita Agarwal
I miss his lap, softer than the pillow, it would take all my blues away.
-Akshita Agarwal
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Renaissance Ghosh
This writer finds it very difficult to write when it comes to a bio.

Though the writer has been writing since she was a child. She has
been through the highs and lows that comes when living life. That's
why in the first place, she felt the need to write, to connect to people
through their emotions. She accidentally one day got this wonderful
opportunity to be a part of this book that is no less than an exciting
venture.We hope that you will be able to relate with her and we hope
that her words will be able to soothe your soul to some extent.
Email: renaissanceghosh9@gmail.com
Instagram:@brokenhookamber
Your quote: Broken Hook Amber.
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Youtube channel - Renessain Ghosh
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Some things I should not confess.

1) Goodness gracious! Her choice of words. They hold the power to
move mountains. They torture me, intrigue me, torment me. They
kick me out and draw me in. Yet still like a thirsty desert, I drink
salvation in every fibre of her perpetual words.
2) She might be in the phantasm of "equivalence". But little does she

know that they behold manuals for wicked wives in the renouncing
names of glorious literatures like Valerie and Theofraste. "Women"
who dare to profess Wisdom often society dooms them to mortality.
Wisdom was forbidden, often says the Eve!
3) Life awaits in the cocoon. Soon it will be introduced to the venality

of the world. With its vociferous cry soon a name, a role will be
imposed. Like a miracle, its life has been long lived even before it's
born.
-Renaissance Ghosh
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A memorial of the mind

1) The child often sways with the motion of falling, on tenterhooks
for settling into every curving synthesis, for eternity will soon fall and
will cajole the leaves for the unison of Achilles and Briseis. Seize the
day, your mind whispers in bay.
2) The old edifices are like chapped match boxes, often waiting for
ignition like the thirsty desert. It must be a terrible agony to soar
higher in an azure full of smoke, debris and to watch the fire from
afar. They can't touch you, you can't feel them anymore.
3) Whenever she sleeps, I trace patterns, patterns certain from loop to

loop. Those patterns embraced by her whispers are often dragged into
the mid-air. Like her very tattoos, these engravings become
permanent. But in her trance, she then often remains untouched.
-Renaissance Ghosh
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Sound reverberates
1) You think of men, you think of patriarchy. You think of women,
you think of victims.I think of victims,I think of louder imposing
patriarchal voices.
2) You are fat, you are dark, you are short; all these are your
perfections not an excuse to not honor you. Love comes thereafter.
3) I can speak in Urdu,Malayalam,Tamil,Punjabi,French,Bengali and
in English. But above all, I can speak in my own voice and for
myself. I think this is the greatest virtue a woman will ever have.
-Renaissance Ghosh
Often reflections bore a hole.

1)Some wounds will be caused. They will run deep and intense.
Among the most intelligent conversations, they will often peek
through. Let them in, let them sit by the fireside. They will heal with
two more melting sophomores.
2)All that is left out is nothing anymore. It has gone places, it has
kissed faces, it has written phrases. A thousand more lives ought to be
lived in this lifetime. My stained cup of coffee is often tired of my
persistent bickering nowadays.
3)You are perfect where you mess up. Remember a cigarette?
-Renaissance Ghosh
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Last but not the least.

1)It aches much to know that you are near but again so far, so it
becomes impossible to touch. It desires much to explore the unknown
through the fingertips tracing efficiently your human skin beneath. It
licks fervently the dew drops but it still remains thirsty for more.
2)Those who cannot cry anymore, those whose tears have vaporized
are in for the most painful pain.
3)May you have the courage enough to love and to be in love.
Strength will follow after in either way.
-Renaissance Ghosh
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Haripriya P
Haripriya is a budding writer who is currently in her second year

pursuing BSc. Cognitive science at Sri Krishna Arts and Science
college, Coimbatore. She likes to draw, sing and read books in her
free time. She is a K-pop fan. She loves to watch series and movies
on weekends. Her favorite quote is "love yourself".
Email: harikutty001jk@gmail.com
Instagram @_snow_flower_24.
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THE PENNED INNER CHAOS

To my favourite stranger,
I hope you read this someday. You are the most missed person in my
life for the past seven months. It still doesn’t make sense why would I
miss you so much or even why would I think about you often. I really
hated you at first but why did I start liking you?
It all began on January 2021. You were there for me
when I needed someone to help me get through stuff which were new
to me. I’d never seen a kind person like you back then. You had your
eyes on me throughout my hard days. You supported me when no one
else did. You every action towards me left me curious about you. The
way you looked at me was similar to how a person looks at his little
kitty. I loved it so much that I couldn’t help but smile like a fool.
Back then, I was deeply intrigued by your care towards me. I wonder
if you are like this to everyone.
The days without you soon started feeling empty. I
didn’t see this coming. Missing you never made sense. I thought
maybe it’s just my nature to get attached to someone who’s good to
me.
Gradually, I started liking everything about you. The
way you make fun of everything and the way your eyes shine
whenever you laugh attracted me. I adored how you looked when you
were so serious and immersed in your work. I started liking your
voice, especially the way it sounded whenever you called out my
name. I felt my heart beat faster when you did that. I loved the way
you made eye contact with me at unexpected times. I remember
pondering over what those eye contacts actually mean and it drove
me crazy at nights. To be honest, those eye contacts which meant
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nothing to you made me nervous for no reason. Those beautiful

brown eyes and the way it shone through sunlight was the best!! From
the moment I realized this, I started remembering you whenever I see
someone with brown eyes. But none of them were so beautiful and
intense like yours.
The first time I met you, I had no damn idea I’d like you
this much. Your hands felt so warm that I wished I could hold it once
so that I could remember how it felt for a lifetime. Seeing your
beautiful genuine smile made my day more beautiful. A part of me
always wanted that to happen every day in my life.
You were the sunshine in my day and the moonlight of
my nights. My days never went by without thinking about you. I
started stalking you on social media. The urge to message you “good
morning” and “good night” texts never left me. I controlled it so that
there wouldn’t be any kind of misunderstanding between us. I didn’t
want that to happen. I had all of your photos saved in a folder in my
gallery. I even treasured the chat which was full of excuses in my
WhatsApp. I remember calling you in the morning one day just to
hear your voice. I even kept the call recordings safe in my phone. I
made a playlist with the songs you usually hear. These made me feel
better during the days when I missed you.
You were my favourite song. To be honest, I’ve never
felt these emotions before. Since this is my first time, I’m not sure
what it feels like to be in love. I’ve seen a lot of movies but still
couldn’t figure it out. I’m sure that I like you though.
I decided to confess my feelings for you on the day of
farewell. But I was afraid that you wouldn’t talk to me thereafter. I’ve
heard that sometimes confessions can be really dangerous that it even
breaks the friendship between people. I didn’t want that to happen
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either. Then, I felt that I should at least give you a hunch that I like
you because most probably, we wouldn’t see each other after the
farewell and we’ll be busy with our own lives. I wanted to be in touch
with you.
Strangely, you ignored me the whole day and it seemed
like you were busy enjoying with your friends. It did hurt me. You
don’t know what it feels like when your favourite person ignores you
on the day when we should at least be bidding goodbye to each other.
Even though I was happy seeing you smile with your friends, I was
frustrated knowing that it was only me who liked you and not you.
I wanted to tell you that you looked cool and handsome
in black shirt. I’m a total fool to like you. What was I hoping for?
You will be probably having a huge circle of friends who like you
more than I do. Eventually, I came to know that liking you was a
fiasco.
The days following the farewell weren’t easy for me.
When you asked for money saying that your friend needs your help
with medical bills, I didn’t hesitate and helped you right away. I
wouldn’t have helped without seeing proper proof if it wasn’t you
asking me. You should have known at least then that I like you when
I did that. But you were clueless as always. I remember one day when
I had uploaded my favourite song in my WhatsApp status and you
were asking me who is the guy. I couldn’t bring myself to tell you it
was you all the time.
It is true that we should never get attached to anyone
unless they feel the same towards you because one sided expectations
can mentally destroy you.
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I felt like I came to know you completely with just eight

days of acquaintance and without even talking much. I’ve always
fancied that we would have a proper conversation one day.
Your warm smile made me realize how beautiful some
people can be. It is even worth getting hurt by them and I felt that life
is all about those people. I’m thankful that I met you and was able to
feel these emotions to remind me how powerful they can be that it
drove me crazy. I hope that I would never have feelings for someone
else in my life.
I can’t seem to get you out of my mind. You are stuck in
my mind and whenever I try to get over you, it only gets worse. I
sometimes feel tormented. Why should I be the only one suffering
with these unsaid feelings for the past seven months? That’s why I
decided to pen it down and make you realize how you can drive
people crazy and how much I liked you that I always ended up
missing you at the end of the day and even cried over my pillows
thinking of not seeing you anymore. Just know that I’m not forcing
you to like me back and I only want you to remember me whenever
someone hurt you and remind yourself that you are wonderful that I
liked you selflessly. This letter may sound cheesy but this is what I
actually feel.
You are the coolest and cutest person I’ve ever known.
I hope that you will always be happy doing what you love. I hope you
know that I will be always rooting for you. I hope you will never quit
chasing your dreams as you were the one who told me one day to set
a goal and start chasing after that. When you read this someday, I just
want you to talk to me whenever you are going through both hard and
good days. You will be etched in my heart forever. I hope you
wouldn’t forget me. Take good care of your health.
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I wonder if I meet you again, will I be brave enough to

confess my feelings for you? What if it was too late? What if the
impact of those little precious memories on me which I had of you
slowly fades away and just becomes a thing of past? I don’t want time
to do that to me.
With love,
Hari.
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Sowmya Bobburi
Sowmya Bobburi is an aspiring writer. She has been an inherent
writer since childhood. She won many prizes for her writings and
essays on different varieties of topics. She always says that her past
experiences are the reason for becoming the strong person she is
today. She believes in the quote which she herself framed, "When the
pain reaches saturation, we feel that life is coming to an end. But
that's exactly when a new life begins. So, raise from the ashes like a
phoenix!". She is the daughter of a hardworking middle class couple
Mr. Srinivasarao Bobburi and Mrs. Padmavathi Bobburi who
encouraged her all the time. She is happily married to Abhinav
Bodapati and is living in Hyderabad.
Email: sowmyachowdary2012@gmail.com
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Instagram: @read.think.repeat
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The First Crush

Part 1 : The one in high school
Rhea is sitting in a chair at home and scrolling through her facebook
feed in mobile. Suddenly a new friend request popped up. Rhea's eyes
started glittering. It's Sid from her high school. Her first crush. She
just got lost in her own mind and went back to the high school days.
Rhea is a beautiful young girl. She is smart, school topper in

academics. Everyone in high school knows Rhea for her smartness
and academic achievements. Everyone sees her as an ambitious girl
who always thinks about her academics. But that was only one side of
her. No one knew about the other side of Rhea who thrives for her
first crush,Sid, to just look at her, who can get lost in his thoughts
imagining a long future with Sid. She can stare at him for so long that
she feels she can stay watching him like that forever. But Sid on the
other hand had no idea that Rhea had her eyes on him. He was a last
bench type person who used to be very active. And of course, he is a
handsome young boy whom every girl in his class would have a crush
on. Actually that was the very reason why Rhea didn't express her
feelings to Sid. She didn't want him to treat her like every other girl in
his class. She felt that her feelings are strong. She didn't want to be
added just to his fans list. So she kept silent and enjoyed the beauty of
one side love until the end of high school.
On the last day of school, in the farewell party, she decided to talk to
Sid. She was feeling nervous. Her heart started beating faster. She
told herself "Uff calm down Rhea! It's okay. Just a normal
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conversation. Just breathe. He is a human! All is well!" She got the

courage, went to him and started a conversation, "Hi Sid. Wow the
days went by so fast right! High school is over and we are about to
start college soon. How are you feeling? Any summer plans? Which
colleges you applied to? You will miss school? you're gonna miss
me?" She kept on talking in a weird fast tone and she just realized
that she asked Sid if he will miss her. "Oh my god! what did I just
ask? Okay let's leave", Rhea thought to herself. Before Sid can give
any answer, she just walked away from there in a hurry with a lame
excuse saying she just remembered something important and she has
to go. While walking away, she thought to herself "Sid must think I'm
crazy. Or he might not even care. He will forget about me.." These
thoughts continued in her head while she is heading back home. That
was the last time she saw Sid.
Now, after a month, she got a friend request from Sid. She got very
excited. She accepted it and is waiting for him to ping her. She is
scrolling through his feed and accidentally liked a 3 year old post.
"Shit! What did I just do? He must have got the notification by now.
If I unlike also, he will know. Ah! I shouldn't have been doing this",
she thought.
She threw her mobile aside and sat there silently. Her mobile beeped.
It's a facebook message. Her heart started pounding. She took the
mobile in a split second and opened the message. It's from Sid! "Hi
Rhea. How are you?" Rhea got up from the chair and started dancing
like an idiot saying "yay! Sid messaged me! Sid remembers me! la la
la" Her mind interrupted her "You asked him if he will miss you and
then ran away like a crazy person. Doesn't he remember that?" She
stopped dancing and sat back in the chair firmly. Opened the message
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and started typing - "Hi Sid. I'm good. Thanks. How are you? Sorry
about the conversation in farewell.." she continued to type and again
deleted the last line. Just sent till "How are you?" and waiting for the
reply. Sid replied "I'm not good. I'm missing you" with a wink smiley.
Rhea didn't understand whether to laugh or cry at the moment. Even
though it's sarcastic, hearing those words "missing you" from Sid
made Rhea go cloud-nine. She can't stop smiling. She started talking
casually.
Days passed. Within no time, they became good friends. More than
friends actually. Sid also started to have feelings for Rhea. Now the
reality hits. The college admissions started and Sid got into a
mediocre college because of his not-so-good SAT score. But Rhea got
into her dream college, Harvard! She worked so hard for it. After all,
she is a bright girl. She also applied to the same college that Sid got
admission in and guess what she got into that too. But she only
applied for that college for Sid. Now, the confusion started.
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Part 2 : The one with the mom

Being deeply in love with Sid, Rhea is not able to think straight. She
wants to throw away her dream college and all her goals to spend
time with Sid. She decided to join college along with him. But she
didn't want to tell Sid yet because she knew that Sid will not accept
that and he will convince her to join Harvard. There is still a week
time for the final decision. Rhea is chatting with Sid as usually with a
smiling face, forgetting the rest of the world. She didn't notice that
her mother, Anisha, is right in front of her watching Rhea chatting
and getting lost on her mobile. Anisha has been observing her for a
few days now. She is wondering, "Rhea has never been like this
before. She got into Harvard. But I can barely see that excitement.
She had a lot of plans to do before going to college and she isn't
doing any. She is chatting all day. There must be a boy. Why isn't she
telling me anything about it. Let me ask!".
Anisha casually asked Rhea with a smile - "Rhea! who is the boy? Do
you love him?". Rhea got shocked. She didn't notice that Anisha is
watching her in the first place. Secondly, she thought, "How did she
know it's a boy!". Rhea responded, "Nothing like that mom. I'm just
talking to a friend". She didn't want to tell her mom because Rhea is
planning to talk to Anisha about her decision for college.
If Anisha comes to know about Sid, she will understand that Rhea is
not joining Harvard for a boy and Rhea knows that her mom will
never let her do that. But who knows us better than the person who
gave life to us. Anisha had a strong feeling that something is going on
and that Rhea is intentionally hiding it from her. Two days passed and
Rhea dropped the bomb with Anisha - "Mom, I'm not going to join
Harvard. I got into another college where all my friends are joining.
I'm going to join the same. It's near to home and it's not that bad
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college either." Anisha felt appalled by what Rhea just said. She
understood that Rhea is not in a position to listen to anything right
now. So she just nodded for then.
The next day, Anisha bought a book and gifted to Rhea. The book
which Rhea used to read in school, the book which inspired Rhea to
become a journalist. Anisha tried to remind Rhea about her
aspirations and the reason why she applied to Harvard. And it worked
like a charm. Rhea just got back all those memories from childhood
when she used to read a lot and dreamt of becoming a journalist. She
developed a deep attachment with Harvard and tried hard through all
her high-school life to achieve that dream. She realized what she is
giving up. Tears started flowing through Rhea's eyes. She hugged her
mother and said "thank you mom! I needed this! I'm sorry. I don't
know what I was thinking. I'll not give up on Harvard. I'm gonna
become a journalist no matter what".
Anisha, "That's my girl. You are not that immatured to let go of your
career for a boy. I knew that. Loving someone is not bad dear. But
giving up your own personality, your own dreams, your own self.. is
something that you will regret for your entire life. You will only
realize it when it's too late. I hope you won't get into that situation
ever. Always put yourself first, understand!". Those words went deep
inside Rhea's head. Rhea loves Sid a lot. But she loves her dreams
even more. So she decided to go to Harvard and make it work with
Sid in long-distance.
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Part 3 : The one with the proposal

Sid's college started early. He left for college to a distant city. Rhea
on the other hand still has some time before joining Harvard. They
used to chat and talk all day long in the summer holidays. But now
Sid got classes until 3PM. It's his first day. Rhea is excited for Sid
with his new college and all but she is also missing him very badly
even though it is just for few hours. She knew Sid is going to ping her
right after the classes are done for the day. But she felt that the time is
standing still. Every second appears to be an era of waiting. Rhea is
constantly checking the time every 5 minutes waiting desperately for
the clock to strike 3PM. It's 2:59PM and Rhea felt she can't wait for
one more minute and she pinged Sid - "Sid. How's your day? How's
college? Missing you so much.. Did you miss me?"
But there is no reply from Sid. Her mind is about to go crazy with the
waiting just when Sid's reply came - "Hello dear. Miss you too. The
college is great. Classes are just over. What are you doing?". Rhea
typed "Waiting for you.." and deleted it again. She doesn't want Sid to
think of her during the classes or while hanging out with his new
friends. She wanted him to enjoy the freshman year experience in
college. She didn't want to seem desperate and pull his attention too
much. So she replied "I'm good. I have been watching movies and
preparing my stuff required to go Harvard". And their conversation
went on for couple of hours and then Rhea asked Sid to spend with
his new roommates and friends in hostel so that he could mingle with
them and have a great college experience. She always wanted only
best things for Sid.
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One day, Sid's phone got dropped onto the floor accidentally and it
suddenly stopped working. He didn't know what to do. He went to a
mobile store and gave it for repair. The store guy said it will take a
day. He gave it there and asked him to do it asap and went back to
hostel. The next day, he went to the store and picked up his mobile.
He switched it on and the flow of messages started from Rhea. 75
messages and 25 missed calls. Sid immediately called Rhea - "Hey
sorry. I dropped my phone. It wasn't working. So I gave it in the
hardware store. Just picked it up. Are you okay? Everything good?"
Rhea -"Oh thank god! I was worried about you. You always reply
back in few minutes and always answers my call. My heart started
pounding when you didn't. I kept on calling and messaging. I don't
have any of your roommates' or friends' numbers. I didn't know what
happened. Anyway I'm so glad to hear your voice. Oh my god! I
missed you so much Sid! Thank god, you're okay.." and she kept on
saying these words. Sid felt so emotional. He didn't realise that Rhea
loves him so much that his absence for a single day made her worry
so much. Her words got him thinking "She loves me so much! I'm
lucky to have her". Rhea hung up the phone asking him to get back to
hostel and call her after having dinner. She felt so relaxed after
hearing his voice. Sid headed back to hostel and Rhea started
watching a romantic movie. She felt that the female lead character is
so relatable to what's going on for Rhea. The climax moved her and
she realized something. "I love Sid. What am I waiting for? I should
tell him that I love him. I don't have to wait for him to tell", she
thought. She can't wait anymore to tell him. But she didn't know if
she can call. He might went for dinner, or outside, or with friends.
She just can't wait anymore to express her feelings. She opened their
chat window and started typing "I Love You!". She is about to send
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that text but out of no where, her phone just beeped. It's a text from
Sid saying, "I.. Love.. You.. I just love you!"
Rhea just jumped up from the chair and she is shocked for a bit. She
isn't expecting it. "He told me just when I was about to tell him! Oh
my god, could it be more destined!", she thought. She immediately
replied "I love you too!" with a big smiley. She is out of control. She
is jumping and dancing around like she has gone crazy. It's the
"dream come true" day. She felt like flying in the air. She is
understanding the lyrics of those soulmate songs. Everything seemed
to make sense now. She decided that Sid is "The ONE" for her. After
a long time of dancing and wondering ad jumping and singing and
some crazy humming, she called him. They talked and talked for
hours. They even started to talk about their future couple goals a.k.a,
the fantasies. Everything seemed fair and the world seemed to be full
of love. It continued for some days.
They even talked about things way too far, from "How do we manage
our careers parallely" to "How shall we make our parents agree to our
marriage". It's just been a few days since the proposal and they are
already thinking about the consequences and "what if's" like "what if
our parents disagree. What if they get us married forcibly to another
person etc". They even felt sad and cried over little things that might
make them separate in the very far future. What can we say, "love is
in the air" so "everything is fair". They just enjoyed that initial phase.
They spent talking long hours with each other after Sid's college
hours. Rhea's college starting date kept on getting postponed.
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Part 4 : The one with the breakup

Days passed by and the chatting time slowly reduced. Rhea is fine
with it as she wanted to give some space to Sid for his college time.
Whenever he says, I got to go. Have this, that etc, she imagined that
something is really there that needed Sid's time, she asked him to take
care of it and she even told him - "Don't stop for me. Do whatever
you want to. Have the best time in college. I'll be here. Don't worry
about me". She thought she is giving him space but Rhea didn't
realize the diminishing interest in Sid to spend time with her until one
day when he just broke the news over text.
"Sorry Rhea. I don't know how to tell you but I don't feel like I mean
it when I say 'I Love You' to you these days and I don't think it's any
good for either of us. It's not you. It's me. I know it's a bit hard on
your heart but better now than later right. Hope you understand! We
can stay friends though if you want!"
Rhea's heart shattered into pieces when she saw the text especially
because she had no idea that Sid was feeling that way. And the word
"friends" made her go mad. She couldn't take it. She don't know what
to reply. She can't call Sid because her mother, Anisha, is right in
front of her and Anisha has no idea about the proposal and that Rhea
loves Sid that much in the first place. Rhea didn't want to tell her. She
don't want her to worry about her career.
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Rhea wanted to cry a river but she can't, in the house. She took the
phone and replied Sid, "I don't want to be friends. Take care. Good
Bye!" and she blocked Sid's number and threw away her phone. She
has to act normal before her mom but she is not able to. She rushed
into the bathroom and cried under the shower. She can't stop crying.
She blamed herself for not realizing it soon. She wants to wallow but
she can't. She is reading all the old conversations and trying to parse
the lost interest in Sid's replies. She said to herself "Oh my god! he
was trying to avoid me most of the time with silly reasons. How could
I not see it? When did I become too blind?". Rhea lost faith in love.
She just don't think that love is beautiful anymore. And slowly she is
starting to develop hatred for love and couples. But one day she
realized something after watching her parents whose relationship
looks like an absolute embodiment of love. "May be love doesn't
cause pain always. I just loved the wrong person!", she thought.
No matter what she says to herself, she is not able to forget Sid. After
all, it's her first crush turned first love. Not that easy right! She started
to channel all her feelings on her career to keep her busy enough. She
started preparing everything required for Harvard and started to
prepare the to-do bucket list of goals that she wants to do after going
to Harvard. And finally it's time. She went to Harvard for her first
day.Though the pain of the breakup is pulling her down, she decided
not to f*ck up her dreams for it. She pulled herself together and
concentrated on her goals. With time, she became normal. She is not
that crazy head-over-heels-on-Sid girl anymore. Months passed and
she is doing so well in her academics too until one day she met
someone in whom she can see herself. Yes, the situation got reversed.
She felt she could clearly see that mad high-school Rhea's crush on
Sid in Krish's crush for Rhea. She started to fall for Krish. But Rhea
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didn't forget what Anisha told her, "Never compromise on your

dreams for anything, especially for boys". So she always gave first
priority to her goals while she is having a beautiful time along with
Krish.
Wondering if she is happily ever after or she is heading for another

heart break? Well, she got it in herself to handle either. Doesn't she?
-Sowmya Bobburi
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Open Letter to "EX"

Dear ex, I know I was the one who broke up with you. But that
doesn't make it any less painful for me to go through the breakup. It's
actually more agonizing for me compared to you. Because you had
me to blame for the breakup which made it easy for you to forget me.
But I didn't have anyone to put the blame on except for myself not to
realize it any sooner. We both knew that it was the best decision for
both of us and that the relationship was only becoming more toxic.
We just didn't realize it soon enough. The moment I did, I had to take
that step. I had to build the courage to tell you and myself that
breaking the chains is the only best solution to free us from all the
suffering and become the persons who we are supposed to be. Just
because I took the decision, doesn't mean it's easy for me. Doesn't
mean I didn't love you. I did, with all my soul. So telling you that
breakup is the best solution is not so tranquiling for me either. I had
to go through a lot of self-introspection before taking that decision.
And you made it even harder for me with your slapping-in-the-face
questions. Did you really mean it when you asked, "Did you do time
pass with me all these days?". Anyhow, your questions assured me
even more that my decision was definitely correct.
But I did love you, which is why I had to be the bigger person and
take the blame of breakup. So please don't share those sarcastic
memes in instagram and depress me more than I deserve with your
bitterness. I'm going through a lot more than you think I am!
-Sowmya Bobburi
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शून्य से शु रू सफ़र ये जल्द ही शून्य पर समाप्त होगा

मु झे ते रे ज़ु ल्फ के साये में छिपे दे खकर।

चाँद की चाँदनी भी फीकी पड़ जाती है ,

मु झे ते रे चे हरे को चूमता दे खकर।

इन हवाओं का रुख़ बदल जाता है ,

मु झे ते री घनी ज़ु ल्फें सं वारते दे खकर।

मु झे ते री ख्वाहिश बनते दे खकर।

आसमां का गु रूर भी नीचे आ जाता है ,

मु झे ते री किस्मत में दे खकर।

अब तू अपनी रज़ा बता,

और किस-किस को जलाना है हमारी मु हब्ब्त से .....

तू बता ते री रात कैसी गु ज़री है ।

बिजलियाँ कड़की ज़ोरों की कल,

ते री आदतें कितनी सु धरी हैं ।

मे रे सीने पे रात बिताई तूने,

हाय! ये भोर कितनी कुँवारी है ।

जु गनू ते रे गाल पे बै ठ गए,

रोशनी तु झे कितनी प्यारी है ।

चे हरा ते रा हुआ सिं दरू ी है ।

पाजे ब का शोर मचाना कह रहा,

तू फिर लु भा रही है मु झे,

इससे क्या फर्क है कि तलवार किसकी है

क्या अपना, क्या पराया इस जहां में

कत्ल तो बिन हथियार के भी हो ही जाये गा

Navneet Nayan was born in Purnea district of Bihar. Currently staying

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मगध का वो साम्राज्य, सीता की वो भूमि, गं गा की पावन धारा, जिसकी

हों जहां के पाणिनी, आर्यभट् ट, गु रु गोविं द, वाल्मीकि, प्रसाद, रे णु व

ना जाने आज हो क्या गया! ग़रीबी,बे गारी...ऐसी अप्रिय विडं बना पर धिक्कार

ना हो मज़बूरी, ना ही लाचारी, सर्वप्रथम राजनीति में सु धार हो;

तब जाकर सब सं ग मैं बोलूँ, जय हो इस हिं द की और जय बिहार हो।

ख़त्म जहां हो जाते सब,वहीं से उसका आगाज़ है ।।

सदै व सु नने की मनमोहक जिसकी चाहत है ।

हकीक़त ना सही, सपनों में रिश्ते सं वार जाता हँ ू मैं ,

अक्सर उसे भूलने की लड़ाई में , खु द से हार जाता हँ ू मैं ।

ये ते रे नै न ना जाने कभी अं तहीन समन्दर, तो कभी बहती दरिया लगे है ....

गर ना रहे चाँद उस फ़लक पर कभी, तो कोई आशिक इबादत क्यूं करे ।

सोच रहा हँ ू ज़िं दगी में किरदार बदल लूँ,

सफ़र में अपने कुछ, मैं रिश्ते दार बदल लूँ;

मु साफ़िर ना रहं ,ू बन जाऊँ रास्ता इस चाह में ,

गु ज़र रहे इन लम्हों को तु म ज़रा थामने आ जाओ,

मैं बस सोचू तु म्हें और तु म मे रे सामने आ जाओ।

companion to pen down your soul....

एक बचपन का जमाना था...

जिस में खु शियों का खजाना था...

Chandrakanta is a matric student and a teenage writer as well.She

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गु लामी की उस फेर पर भी,

ज़िन्दगी भर साथ रहने का वादा कर,

This is Srishti Budhija. She is currently pursuing English honors

मे री जिं दगी का मतलब हो तु म

दिमाग से कहो इतना तकालु फ न उठाए

एक वक्त ऐसा भी हुआ करता था जब

Trying to open new chapter of my life...

Your quote: Kajal Gupta

"प्रेम विस्तार है और स्वार्थ संकुचन”

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