CAN’T DIE YOUNG

| Gauri Pathak |  There are so many books you haven’t read  So many Movies that are not your favourite  Too many moments you haven’t felt  So many rains you haven’t drenched in  Too many bridges to cross  Too many winters to shudder in  You haven’t really written all your poems yet, have you?  YouContinueContinue reading “CAN’T DIE YOUNG”

METAPHORS, MELANCHOLY AND ME

| Aditri Priya |  She had fire in her eyes hidden deep within,  Abysmal it is, that you still have that grin.  Jumbled like jigsaw were her thoughts.  Defeated yet again, She forgot how to open the knots?  The wind chimes and bird’s chirp got muffled.  The moonlight and the lousy-rage playlist got shuffled.  TheContinueContinue reading “METAPHORS, MELANCHOLY AND ME”

WHAT DOES A QUILL THINK?

| Asra Malik |   Started my career with an alibi And questioned myself did I?  Have seen the end of an abyss And grinning shadow within  The blot’s color is the depth in meAnd the pause beholding you  The reason why sacrifice rhymes with doodles From a pen fight to unfathomable oodles  Moral bankruptcy wrapped in itsContinueContinue reading “WHAT DOES A QUILL THINK?”

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