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Blooming Nights

- Rose Mallick

Editor: Sakshi Piplotiya & Simran

Gangwani

Cover Designer: Divyansh Bhatia

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Blooming Nights
© Copyright, 2021, Rose Mallick.

All rights reserved. No part of this book may

be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system
or transmitted in any form by any means
without the prior written consent of its
writer.

“Blooming Nights”
By: Rose Mallick
ISBN: 9781685630171
Verses & Short Stories
Book Editor: Sakshi Piplotiya & Simran
Gangwani
Cover Designing: Divyansh Bhatia
1st EDITION, 2021.
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Disclaimer
This is a work of fiction. Our
editors have tried their best to
edit the content of all the
author/authors and check the
plagiarism. All the write-ups in
this book are unique and are
only published in this book.
In case any plagiarism or error
is found, the author is the sole
responsible and not the
publisher.
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Acknowledgement
To list who all have helped us is difficult
because they are so numerous and the depth
is so enormous

I would like to acknowledge the following

as being idealistic channels and fresh
dimensions in the completion of this book

I take this opportunity to thank the CO-

AUTHORS for being a part of this book and
submitting their beautiful write ups and
making this book more special.

I would like to thank the publication team

for providing the necessary facilities
required for completion of this book.

I take this opportunity to thank our book

editor for her moral support and guidance.

I would also like to express my sincere

gratitude towards my book guide, which
means my co-compiler whose guidance and
care made the book successful.
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Founder of COT

Simran Gangwani

Simran Gangwani from Mumbai,

Founder of Corral of Thoughts writing
community & Publication. She is
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National & International record holder

certified as a co-author from London
Books of Records and certified as a solo
book author from OMG Books of
Records. She has been co-authored in
70+ books and author of 20+ books. In
last few years she has started
describing my love towards pen. She is
fond of reading books and mostly
interested to learn new things and
explore her talent in the field of
content writing.

Instagram pages: @scribbled__diary_

@corralofthoughts @cot_publication

Meet me personally: -
@simrangangwaniofficial
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Cover designer

Divyansh Bhatia

Divyansh Bhatia from Mumbai,

Managing Director of Corral of
thoughts writing community &
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publication. He is well qualified

graphical designer & a state level
volleyball player keen interested
for every sports. As sports is not
just hobby but a passion too. He is
fond of reading books & novels &
mostly interested in learning new
things. In last few years he started
describing love towards his pen
and diary.

Instagram pages:-
@corralofthoughts &
@cot_publication

Meet him personally :-

@divyansh.bhatia.18
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About Corral of Thoughts

Pen is to write what sword is to warriors yet

pen is mightier than the sword.

A dream you always wanted to turn into a

reality, to an extent of your emotional
rollercoaster ride where only your imagination
lives.

Do not bend, do not water it down, don't try to

make it logical, don't edit your own soul
according to the fashion, rather, follow your
most intense obsessions.

The CORRAL OF THOUGHTS is network of

work of writing community which provides
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We are here, only to provide the platform to

budding writers to develop their skills and
make their penning power strong and
spontaneous. We're letting you find your inner
writer to its pinnacle.
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It's not that we are the masters, even we learn

from your words. We're giving you the pen to
write down what's in your heart along with
what's running inside your mind echoed with
the silence forcefully bound by the illogical
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Book Editor
Sakshi Piplotiya

Her name is Sakshi Piplotiya she is an

undergraduate chemical engineering student
pursuing BTech from Banasthali Vidhyapeeth
Jaipur. Basically she belongs to Rajgarh ,
Madhya Pradesh . Currently she work as
Assistant Manager and challange head in
Corral of thoughts. 1 year ago She start her
career in writing field , she is a Passionate
writer and used to express her feeling and
thoughts through writing She work in 50+
books as co-author , And Take part in Radio
programs and open mic events too .
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Compiler
Rose Mallick

Rose Mallick is from Kolkata, West

Bengal. She is a writer by hobby and
a medical student. She started
writing at the age of 11 and recently
she got published her writeups in
many anthologies like Love Of
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Tomorrow, Ode To Your Ink, Journey

and etc. She aspires to write her own
book someday. Blooming Nights is the
first anthology compiled by her. She
believes that dreams can be achieved
but day dreams need to be doomed.

Moonflower

Aromatic breeze that can befuddle

Someone sharp and sensible,

Is also letting the blooming night

Slip bit by bit into some appetite,

Perhaps the appetite to get united

With the majestic moonflower's

scent,
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Or may be it wants to reignite

The flames of love, passion and

delight.

The dim-dim stars are getting envied

To see the night in such a flavour,

They are constantly blaming the

moonflower

For alluring the night to devour ;

But the nights knows it's a futile

affair

And the charm will break at some

hour,

With the rising dawn the night will

fade

Leaving alone the moonflower.

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Piyush Naveen Baid

Writer Piyush Baid is passionate towards his
writing skills. Who writes stories in English
and poems in Hindi.

Dosti ka rista

Dosti ka rista hota hai khas ,

Jo hota hai her kisi ke pas .

Jo deti hai har kadam par sath,

Wahi dosti hoti hai khas.

Milte hai jeevan me khbhi khushi khabhi

gam,

Par scchi dosti khbhi nhi hoti kam .

Bhul kar bhi nhi bhul sakte hum ye nata,

Sdha yadhao me rhata hai ye pyar,

Riste nate sab ho jate hai bekar ,

Par dosti rahti hai sdha barkrar.

Yahi bat gholti hai dosti me mithas

Jo banati hai dosti ke riste ko khas.

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Farhat Mehboob
I am Farhat Mehboob from Handwara. I have
completed B. A Fazila from Jamia-tul-Banat
Srinagar and currently pursuing P. G in
Urdu. My interest in poetry initiated from
very beginning but in 2014 this interest
changed into passion. I am a Self taught
poetess,I mostly write Urdu poems,But I also
prefer writing poems in English.I love to
carve my imagination and shape my
happenings into words.

I sat down and looked through the window

What I saw was someone's shadow

I came out to follow the steps

That were falling on the meadow

Footprints formed in my mind

and suddenly started to grow

I looked straight and gazed for a while

There was someone walking in a row

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It fascinated me to see him walk

And left my face full of glow

He went on and on without any fear

But did his walk a little bit slow

I also couldn't stop myself

In chasing him I found a kind of mellow

His existance made me restless

Who was he I wasnt able to know

He was walking slowly and I fast

But couldn't chase him, as the path got

narrow

All of a sudden everything faded away

As I felt something dropped on my brow

Whatever I saw was just a “dream"

That I enjoyed in a deep sleep on my pillow..

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Juna Gigi
I'm Juna Gigi from the state Kerala. I'm a bsc
nursing student .I'm a confident budding
writer and I try to utilise the maximum
opportunities that can improve my writing
skills.

QUARENTINE.

I waked from my cot,

and rushed to the doorsteps,

then I remembered not to open it ,

as it was my QUARENTINE days

moved back to my old cot

chewing the chip of old memories.

The days are the lenghtiest ever,

The nights are the shortest never,

I stood near my window planes,

To view the world with my microscope,

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I just brooded my ideas,

how to enjoy these locked days.

I rolled my curtain cases,

took a sigh and no more anxious,

food packets were ready at my doorstep,

are and slept and played in my phone,

it was enough for the day to be gone,

I was waiting for my QUARENTINE days to

end.

Roads are empty,crowds are too small,

and no trace of life outside at all.

The sunny playground now looks bleak,

The grocery stores now looks closed,

I viewed the world with my microscope,

waiting for the QUARENTINE days to end.

It was only the initial days of the locked year,

no more anxious not to lose it,

I pledged to eradicate this trogen horse,

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waked up,head straight,no more depressed,

I cooked,I painted,I read ,I wrote,

I danced ,I prayed ,I enjoyed the lock.

I prooned my talents, prooned my dreams,

founded a panacea for all my worries,

It was my days with all

those crafts and moodles,

This was for me,my family,

my nation and against pandemic.

It was my day to go out,

I am happiest ever before,I vested the lock,

worn the mask,sanitised my hands,

ready to go home with my unlocked mind,

sky is clear, eloquence restored,

dulcet flowers surrounded my paths.

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Anushka Dey
The girl with ambition within her heart and
her future way up above countless minds.

Midnight Moon..

"Her body dripping,

seemingly within the sea of lust.

Her eyes bespoke desire,

unspoken yet her wild magnetism entices.."

"What to say about her..

for she's the woman I love.

The paleness of her soul melts my heart,

for she's the woman I sworn my empire to..

I'm one lonely soldier battling,

and she's the one I believe in."

"Let us melt in one..

Our souls,
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bonded by fate,

and our hands,

bonded to strings of desire."

"Laisse-moi te guérir et le flux... la chaleur...

étanchera notre soif

mourante l'un pour l'autre."

(Let me heal you and the flow..the heat..shall

quench our dying thirst for each other.)
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Harshika Arora
This is Harshika Arora , a 17 year old girl
from New Delhi . She has a strong desire to
become a published writer . Her poems hold
an essence and a grace as and when a reader
will read it can comprehend in their minds.
Moreover she always try that her write ups
can bring a little good in the world of
discrepancies , deceptions and hypocrisy of
minds.

Back In Summer Days

The glory of Eos I espy,

Gleaming the crimsons near sea,

Bees buzzing gulping ambrosia to chase to

honeycomb,

Flowers on their way to undress blissfully

under sunshine,

Opening windows those swings are on my

mind,

Personifying the beauty, beholds me,

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As if summer days calling me to come back.

Sandhouses and the echoes within them,

Old school days slitting the scars that I hide

in me,

The solstice glisten the umbra that grows in

me,

Of your vehemence shatters those poison

pen letters,

The sunbeam holds my whispers for the

deep ends if I fall in,

Breathe in breeze, breathe out life.

- Harshika Arora
(_the_gateway_to_your_core_)
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Mansi Mathur
Mansi Mathur is in college in Rajasthan,
India. She loves to do poetry of all the
themes. Moreover she also do painting and
stuff.

NIGHTFALL

Wrapped up against cold night air,

A person to share.

Stargazing taking my breath away,

With a soft music to play.

Relishing the moment of glory,

Down the hidden stories

Deep thoughts arise in the night,

When the moon is gleaming bright.

Attraction to darkness,

For those in pursuit of happiness.

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I wish I would never get tired of the night

sky,

'coz there are more things to beautify.

Who said nights were for sleep?

When the words are plunged so deep.

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Bhoomi Yadav
She pen down her experiences . Her poems
are reflection of her thoughts. She uses
simple english which make the readers to
relate to the poems with their lifes. In her
poem she express How sudden exit of
someone important feels.

NEVER DESERVED TO BE BETRAYED

I did everything to make you mine,

Tried everything to make you smile.

With my every failed effort i cried ,

Still in hope again I tried.

Because my promises were never fake ,

Like those which you ever made.

Believing in love i gave my best ,

Still at the end i left out stressed.

I trusted you blindly ,

And now regretting highly.

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Still confused that how easy its for you,

was it all fake and never true?

All the moments which we shared ,

Hitting me hard in the day dream glare.

How can I remember all those things,

When you even forget that your phone even

rings.

I gave my everything to you,

I Changed my self alot for you.

And u left by saying you're no more same,

You've put on me all the blame.

You kept telling me not to give up,

While you left me without summing up.

I loved you with all my heart ,

And you played so smart.

Suddenly your soft corner disappeared

And a disinterested human appeared.

I begged for 1 chnce in front of you,

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My millions of tears can't affect you.

Why it happened with me? is all i can say,

while you moved on and said us bie.

Why it ended if it was true from both the

sides?

Why the promises and the feelings denied?

I thought nothing in this world could pull us

apart,

But I didn't know whats there in your heart.

Please come back is what my heart shouts,

But if it was true you would never left out.

Still in hope I'm sitting alone,

Waiting for you from dusk till dawn

. I hope you realise my love for you is great,

And when you realise it will not be late.

All what i have is immense love for you,

Pls come back I'm waiting for you.

One thing that i can say ,

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I never deserved to be betrayed.

I never deserved to be betrayed

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Joella Babera
Joella Babera is a college student who has a
passion for writing. She dreamed of being
able to write and be able to touch people's
heart with her writing. She also dreamed to
inspire other people through her poems. She
posts her poems in her instagram acc.
@_cloooover

The Moon and The Sun

You told me the story of the moon and the

sun

How they loved each other even from a far

A love story where they cannot be

When they try to be together

They turn everything dark

And they lose their light

A tragic love story

But made me realize that love is love no

matter what circumstances are
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Akansha Bharti
Hey, This is Akansha Bharti. She belongs to
Ghaziabad, Uttar Pradesh She has completed
B.Tech from H R Institute of Technology,
Ghaziabad. She is crazy. smiling and
confident soul. She is not a professional
writer but her writing always reffects her
feelings. She loves to write poems,
couplets,etc Instagram I'd :
__endowed_aksh_ Emal I'd :
bhartiakansha99@gmail.com

WHEN YOU LOVE SOMEONE

When you love someone, you love them in

every way. You love their insecurities. You
love their imperfections. You love the way
they walk, they laugh, they stare at you. You
think of them the time you close your eyes at
night and every time you wake up in the
morning. When you love someone, you get
mad at them. You get hurt. You hurt them as
well. You put scars on them, and if you love
them so much you try to heal those scars.
You try to make them feel better. You make
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them feel more loved. When you love

someone, you dont just give up on them. It
gets harder each day. But then you love them
and no matter how hard it is, you stay
because it is still harder without them. So
you try to fix everything. When you love
someone, you wonder whether they have
eaten, they went home safely, whether they
are feeling alright or bad. When you love
someone you want them to be always in
good condition. When you love someone,
you want them to stay with you forever.
When you love someone, you wipe away
their tears, you hold them as long as they
wanna be held. When you love someone you
just dont let them go away.You dont let them
feel like they are nothing. When you love
someone you make them feel your love.
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Shreshtha Singh Chauhan

Shreshtha Singh Chauhan, one of the co-

authors of this book is a much cheery girl

with an optimistic state of mind. This girl is a

budding poet and finds it easy to express her

emotions through poetry. This travel

enthusiast is powered by caffeine and

inspired by the Harry Potter series. She

regularly writes poetries and maintains a

blog to keep her readers engaged. She also

mentions her Instagram account

@shreshtha.singh._ for more of her works.

*A Reminder For You*

On the way

to please everyone
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Don't hurt yourself...

On the way

to love everyone

Don't hate yourself...

On the way

to comprehend everyone

Don't neglect yourself...

On the way

to become perfect as per 'em

Don't lose yourself...

Count all the ways

you're beautiful

Your soul and your spirit!

Your brilliant body

and the wonder within it.

Remember what you must do

When they undervalue you! When they treat

your patience
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as your numbness...

When they treat your softness

as your weakness...

Ignite the fire that resides in you

And leave 'em shocked

without any clue

Cause you're a miracle

unique within you

So count the ways you're beautiful

And always

Be Proud of you!!
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Sourabh tak
Hello Readers My name is Sourabh Tak and i
am from I pursued college ....( Mohanlal
sukhadiya univercity ) My hobbies are
travelling , writing , listening song. I was
starting wrote qoutes on your qoute app. My
inspiration to writing is my loneliness
sometimes surrounding . I was believed to
work hard and achieve goals..

"तु म और हम"

खोये खोये रहते हे आजकल

क्यू तन्हा हो गए,

उसकी यादोों मे बै ठे बै ठे

फिर उसके हो गए,

लगती है छोटी बच्ची के जै से

उसे समजाना मे रे बस की बात नही,

हक़ जता कर भी कहती हे

तु म अब हमारे नही,
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मानो फकसी पु राने फकस्से पर बहस फछड़ गई हो

उसे मनाना अब हमारे बस की बात नही,

पु रानी बातो को सहे ज कर एक कागज पर फलख फदया

था

उस कागज को आग लगाने की औकात नही,

एक फदन आया वो जब उसने भी कह फदया

"तु म अब हमारे नही हम अब तु म्हारे नही"

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Syed Shabnam
Syed Shabnam is a type of girl who believes
that imagination is very powerful and it can
take us anywhere were we wish. She lives in
her own dream world. She wants to run an
NGO and help all the people irrespective of
caste, creed, colour, religion and other
differences.

The voice of my conscience.

I felt the voice that whispered to me,

About the hoax and the hallowed dreams,

It converted my live soul into a dead one,

It left me with hallucinations,

I felt as if I was experiencing delusion,

My eyes were filled with infinite pearls,

I thought that everything will perish,

Suddenly my heart was filled with a ray of

hope,
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As I felt the other voice but this time it was

of my conscience,

It forced me to ponder over everything and I

realised that,

My dead soul is still alive in me,

I wiped my almond shaped eyes which were

full of pearls,

My heart was again full of immense

pleasure,

I was in the middle of my way,

I still hear the echo of the voice of my

conscience,

That revealed to me the secret

, Of the masquerade.
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Satyam Sharma
Satyam sharma is an civil services aispirants,
he started writing during the preparation to
ease out the stress of the preparation. He is a
dreamer, writer, singer, and speaker. Here
are some lines to understand him better, मैं
बों फदशोों में नहीों जीता, मु झे बहारोों की आदत है । एक
शख्शियत मे रे फलए कािी नहीों, मु झे फकरदारोों की
आदत है !!

*ना चीख फनकले गी अब उसकी*

ना ददद का आगाज़ होगा, ना चीख फनकले गी अब

उसकी। -2

अों जाम चे हरे पे है छोड़ा, तु मने जला के सू रत ही

उसकी। -2

ना आवाज़ ही फनकले गी अब, क्यु की जीभे जो कट रही

है यहाों ।

ना मुों ह खु लेगा अब कीफसका, क्यु की बे शफमिं दगी जो

फबक रही है यहाों । ना चलने के हालात होगे -2

क्यु की रीढ़ तो अब है ही नहीों। ना ददद का आगाज़ होगा,

ना चीख फनकले गी अब उसकी। -2
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दे खा सबने ही तो था, -2

फिर क्योों ज़ु बान पे ताले पड़े है । जो घू मते थे रक्षक बने ,

वे ही अभी भक्षक बने है । यहाों कोनसा कानू न है ,-2

फजसे अधमद ये फदखता नहीों। वो चीख साों सोों से रही थी,

क्यू उसकी आह कोई सु न ता नहीों। ना ददद का आगाज़
होगा, ना चीख फनकले गी अब उसकी। -2

पाबों फदयाों तो स्कल्ोों पे लगी थी, -2

फिर क्योों इज्जत लु टी थी सू ट की। और जब गु हार

लगाने इों साि की, वो गई थी थाने दार के , तो कहा गया
उसको यही, की क्यू रो रही है तू झूट मू ट की। -2 अरे ,
इसमें गलती तो ते री भी होगी, -2

सजा तो तु झको भी फमले गी। ना पै से ते रे पास है , तू

इों साि के फलए कब तक लड़े गी। -2

इससे भला होगा यही, -2

की तू भू ल जा इस रात को, हम चारोों के बीच ही रहे गी,

बे शरफमों दगी की बात वो। और भू ल जा वो ज़ख्म, -2

फजसके घाव उम्र भर रहें गे। रपट मत फलखवाना, वरना

ते रे साथ ते रे घर वाले भी सहें गे। -2
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ना ददद का आगाज़ होगा, ना चीख फनकले गी अब

उसकी। अों जाम चे हरे पे है छोड़ा, तु मने जला के सू रत
ही उसकी। -2
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SUKHMANDY JOLLY
Mandy-tale....A stained beginning With
Sunshine oo neigh ... And Precious moments
no ye Then what it contains ?? Some devilish
art And darkness at peak amount .... And
other extremity......supremity ... .Of hate ...
"No A story untold it holds .. Fire that burnt
nd destroyed everything in itss way . Left
ashes of some broken angel who wrote a
name". "MANDY"

*The Approach*

Conversing with my friends my eyes drifted

in search of anything ..

Hoo... Hazel eyes captured my attention

This eye -eye contact was something new

Whatever .. it is sassy ooo..

lust laden eyes gave my mind motive untold

It caused an urge ... Just know more

I couldn't keep my attention from it

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Natorious heart felts shouted"Grab it ".

Beats at the heights .....more blood

Rising breathes... butterflies in stomach ..

Whatever it was was lit my abyss

Hoo I was ready for mingle ..nice ..

Got up from our place we moved towards

each other

With the distance the awareness didn't

bother

Mandy Approached his warm breathes ...

Exchanging warmess # lip lock felt ...

And theñ............

Alarm rang
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Amarjeet Singh
This is Amarjeet Singh.He belongs to Village
Lakhmari District kurukshetra .He is
pursuing B.A from Sanatan Dharma college
Ambala cantt.He loves writing poem, Play
drama, open mic and Gardening. He has
won many poem challenges and participated
in 18 anthologies and 3 are going to be
published.You can follow on insta -
poe_try9826.

मे रे प्यारे दोस्त

दोस्त होते है प्यारे ,

दु फनया में सबसे न्यारे ।

कुछ फमलते है स्कूल में ,

कुछ फमलते है कॉले ज में ।

कुछ करते है मस्ती,

कुछ करते है पढ़ाई।

जब हो कोई लड़ाई,
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तो बोलते है बु ला ले ना मु झे भाई।

कई बार की ना पढ़ाई,

गाफलयाों भी बहुत खाई।

फिर भी फकसी को शमद ना आई,

टीचर के सामने ही ले ते थे अों गड़ाई।

करते थे एक दू सरे की टाों ग ख्शखोंचाई,

ऐसे थे मे रे फमत्र भाई।

जब भी गम थे आते ,

सब एक दू सरे को ढाों ढस थे बढ़ाते ।

वो है हमारी भाभी कहकर थे फचढ़ाते ,

पर पे परो में सब अव्वल थे आते ।

अब कोरोना ने फकया है दू र,

ना फमलने को हुए मजबू र।

अब जब भी है याद आते ,

तो फवफियो कॉल है लगाते ।

अपनी कॉले ज वाली क्लास में फिर से है पहुों च जाते ,

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साथ फनभाए लम्होों को फिर से है दोहराते ।

मे रे प्यारे दोस्त है जरूरी,

क्योोंफक उनके फबना मे री फज़न्दगी है अधू री।

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Vidhi Dugad
Vidhi is a Mumbaikar at heart, aspiring
lawyer by profession and writer by soul. She
most often writes pieces based on narration
and emotion. Her love for coffee is
undeniable.

'Demons'

Everyone has their demons,

Everyone has a past buried within.

Secrets feed the demon,

And the past haunts the present.

My demons are getting to me,

Brimming the pain buried deep within.

I try to hold them back, but the wall is

slowly fading away,

The stone is crumbling,

The guilt is seeping in through the cracks,

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And there is nothing I can do to make it go

my way.
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Fatimah Sheikh
Dear Readers, This is fatimah sheikh, she
finds the happiness in her words, she wants
to influence the world by her voice of
writing. For her, writing is a remedy of
multiple problems which destroy mind by
the filthy. And the problems never leave the
person so she'll never leave the writing. This
is not the only habbit of her but now this is
the part of her life, she can't go a day
without write a page of her diary. Writing is
always an immortal friend for her that has
always helped her to relieve the pain.

(meri mohabbat) Kya aasan hy mohabbat

karna? Kya mohabbat baanti ja skti hy? Kya
mohabbat sirf waqti ehsas hota hy? Kaun si
mohabbat? Jo pehla na milne par dusre sy ki
jaati h ya woh mohabbat jo dusre sy dhokha
kha kr teesre se ki jaati hy, mohabbat k toh
'm' sy bhi waaqif nai hote woh log jo
mohabbat k daawe kar bethte hy aur kehte h
ke hum sachi mohabbat krte hain, kya tum in
duniyawi rishto m sachi mohabbat ki talash
krte ho? Agar isi duniya m talash krte firoge
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toh khud ko hi kho doge, Asal mohabbat k

kaabil toh sirf woh rab h, jo apne bndho se
bina kisi matlab k mohabbat karta h, jo apne
bndho k sath us waqt bhi khada rehta h jab
sb use bhul jaate h, mai nhi maanti ke uske
siwa koi or mohabbat k kaabil h, ha duniya k
rishte bhi ahem hote h lekin ta umr koi nai
rehta. Sab fana ho jayenge agar tumhara
yakeen is duniya m h toh woh aik din tut
jayega aur agr tumhara yakeen us rab pr h
toh koi bhi shy us yakeen ko todne pr qaadir
nai, Ummide sirf wohi puri krta h, yakeen
sirf us zaat pr kar skte h, na mumkin ko
mumkin krne pr sirf wohi kaadir h, yeh
duniyawi mohabbat toh tumhari aik galti pr
tumse dur ho jayegi, lekin tum us zaat ko har
waqt apne kareeb paoge, yeh duniyawi
mohabbat toh duniya tak bhi qayam nai
rehti, woh tumhare sath tumhari aakhirat tak
qayam rhega, woh meherban h, us rab sy
mohabbat is duniya sy pry or beinteha hoti h
aur fakat khushi yeh h ke yeh mohabbat
kbhie ek tarfa nai hoti, is mohabbat mai koi
matlab nai hota bus yeh mohabbat toh dil se
hoti h aur iska guroor kbhie nai tutne deta
woh, meri mohabbat bhi is duniya sy lekr
wha tak ja phuchi, us zaat sy mohabbat h
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mujhe jo mere sabse kareeb h, jisse m kbhie

bhi baat kr skti hun, jiske samne mai ghnto
tak ashq baha skti hun, woh kbhie thakta nai
h, woh yun nai kehta k jab jarurat hoti h tab
aate ho, bus mera jo mohabbat ka rasta us
duniyawi rishte tak tha wohi rasta meri
aakhirat ki mohabbat tak ja phucha.
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Sandra Prasanth
Sandra Prasanth is a BA Communicative
English student studying at Marian College
Kuttikkanam, Idukki. she lives in Kerala
with her parents. She is a passionate writer
who loves writing poems, articles and
stories. Other than writing she enjoys
reading books, painting and singing. She
would love to hear your views about her
poems, you can connect with her on
instagram @serene_wordss

Alone

Now I am all alone here

My sorrow drizzling through tears

Around me I see only my fear

What if I am trapped here forever

Voices inside me speak aloud

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But I can't talk to people around

I can't see the heavenly father

What if I am trapped here forever

I have legs but I can't move

I have mouth but I can't shout

I have my heart but I can't love Am I trapped

here forever?

All I see is darkness

Not even a glimpse of light

I want my life back, I want my light

And I want to make everything right

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Yusuf-livelovelifeagain .
A poet/writer from childhood. A speaker
Life coach Blogger Youtuber Brand
ambassador: Poetry & Literary Group Intl.
He is currently heading his business in a
beautiful city of Muscat in Oman. Pen name :
Yusuf-livelovelifeagain
blog:livelovelifeagain.blogspot.com Youtube:
Yusuf-livelovelifeagain. insta:
livelovelifeagain. email:
yusufatwork@gmail.com contact:00968-
96115353. Muscat,Oman.

Amid Lockdown.

We are here again where we were yesterday

Doing simple things for rejuvenating souls

Playing with our kids, laughing with no

melancholy,

Smiling on little things we never admired

before.
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Doing things we always wanted to do but

never had time,

Doing things we never wanted to do but

now have started liking them,

Admiring things and repenting why we

never did them before.

Making inroads where love dwells,

Between those talks where relations are

melt...

To a soothing calm where belonging

upholds,

Your family holds you through once again,

And remember its not only you...

We are building a wonderful Society

With just pure soothing calm where

belonging upholds!
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Gloriya Seji
Gloriya Seji (Silent Words) is a good writer
from Chittorgarh , Rajasthan. She has
completed her 12th in science stream and
now she is doing Bsc. Microbiology from
Jaipur National University, Jaipur. She has
been writing poetry from past 1 year .
Writing and dancing is her passion. She
wants to be an knowledgeable person in
future. Thank You.

" The Story of broken soul,

The Silent Girl "- She is kind, She is innocent,

She elegant, She is crazy, She is super lazy,
She were have so many people in her
surroundings but none of them spend with
her or have a time for her... But she is "
Alone ".... : The silent girl always think that-
How I am? Who I am? The girl always have a
panic with her, She always have fear for her,
She always compare with people, But she
have "some art with her" She have that art
into various artist with her She flows the art
into dance, And drown with music.. She
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flows the art into writings, And make a flows

a word in the plane sheet about her, She
shows her inner artist but still the way she is
unique for soul. She is fully broken like
when mirror were broken into the pieces of
glass. Now she is alone feels aloneness to.
Than she spend time with herself a lot more
then that, she think that "now I'm not alone"
Because here now she had her soul with
whom she spends and talk and write some
stuff..... She knew it that "No one is for you
in this world No one can trust you more than
yourself No one will lift up your hands to
hold you" Written by Gloriya Seji ( Silent
word's)
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Adan Fatima
Adan Fatima resides in Pakistan and is an
emerging, new poet. Her poetry expresses
strong emotions which are usually
influenced by the tremendous scenes she
paints onto her vacant canvas on cold nights.
She wants the world to be her oyster and
achieves that through her poetry. Through
the lens of a teenager, she explains the
darker side of the world and pursues her
passion of writing. She wants her words to
be heard by the world and does that through
poetry.

Life of the Unknown

O Dear Father!

Before Stepping into the comfortable sleep of

life,

I want to tell you

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When I lost my mother, because of you,

I stayed silent as a mouse and uttered not a

word of displeasure

Indeed I myself witnessed her death,

When you mercilessly shot the gun on her

Not one time, not two time but three times!

For I ask you why, why did you do so?

Why did you unleash your inner beast and

beat me up dusk till dawn?

Did you not fear the innocent wails that

came out of my mouth?

Did you not feel guilty when you kicked me

out of the house

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I was indeed a soldier born to die but what

were you? A murderer...?

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Harshita Hinger

Harshita Hinger (PAL ) is a writer . She feel

good whenver she writes and she have a

great amount of satisfaction after writing

whatever she wants . She is pursuing

graduation degree . She wants to achieve her

dreams .

और दोनो हों स फदए ।

तो मे रे आज के फदन की शु रुआत कुछ ऐसे हुई थी ।

मैं ने उसे फमलने के फलए बु लाया की तु म आजाओ वहीों ,

जहाों हमारी पहली मु लाकात हुई थी । उसने मन ही मन

सोचा भला ऐसी क्या बात हुई , जो इस तरह तु म अभी

मु झे फमलने बु लाई । वो टाइम से पहले आ गया , और मैं

हमे शा की तरह थोड़ी ले ट हुई । गु स्से से झल्लाया वो ,

कहता है मु झसे टाइम पर क्यूों नहीों आ सकती हो, फिर

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मे रा खराब मू ि दे खकर पू छता है ,--- क्यू तु म मु झ से

गु स्सा हो, मैं ने लगा फलया उसको गले ,, कहा मै ने-

जाऊोंगी नहीों छोड़कर तु म्हे ,चाहे दे नी पड़े मु झे जान

भले । वो हों सकर मु झसे कहता पागल लड़की -

,रुलाएगी क्या ,??? रो मत , और चु प हो कोई बात है

ते रे मन की वो चु पचाप मु झको बता ..., इतना उससे

सु न कर मे रा रोना और बढ़ गया , यह दे खते ही उसे

सब समझ मै आ गया । कहता है लड़ाई नहीों हुई है -

अपनी अब ऐसे क्यू रोती है , यह आों सू ते रे बचा कर रख

, अपनी शादी अभी बाकी है । यह सु नकर मै थोड़ी मन

ही मन शमाद गई , मे री हों सी उसके मन में , कुछ गहरी

छाप छोड़ सी गई । अब मै उसको कहती हों , मैं बाहर

जाकर अच्छा पढ़ना चाहती हों । वो मु झसे बस एक ही

बात कहता रहा , जो करना तु झको कर ले ना बस .....

But I Don't Want To Leave You , कान खोलकर

सु न ले ना , सु न कर मै ने उसको यू गले से बस लगा

फलया, उसकी आों खो के आों सू मे रे कन्धे पर जा फगरा ।

थोड़ा मायू स हुआ और बोला कब जा रही हो तु म , बात

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करोगी मु झसे या भू ल जाओगी मु झको तु म , मैं ने उसको

चु प कर बोला , मु झे नहीों जाना फवलायत पढ़ने , हम

और तु म बस कािी है फजों दगी जीने में , वो बोला मु झ को

एक ही बात , अपने सपनोों को साकार कर, पढ़ना मन

लगाकर , मै अब कुछ नहीों सु न ना चाहता , फवश्वास है

तु झपर , और जाऊोंगा कभी तु झे नहीों छोड़कर , मै बात

करू
ों गा तु झसे हमे शा , जबतक साथ दे गी मे रा, बोला

मु झसे एक ओर बात , धोखा नहीों चाफहए ,अब तो जीना

है ते रे साथ , उसकी बात पर मै भी बोली, तू है मे रा

हमजोली .... हम दोनोों हस फदए इस बात पर, सु बह से

फदन हुआ .. बहुत सारी बातें करकर .....

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Apurva Singh

Co-author of " I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU

MUM'" is a good writer from Jamshedpur,

Jharkhand, India. She is currently pursuing

B.Sc(hons) Microbiology from Jaipur

National University.She has been writing

poetry for four years as her passion.She

wants to be a researcher in future.

"I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU MUM'

No matter what age,

I'll be always your little baby mum...

No matter where I am,

But when I return home,

My eyes will always search you mum...

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No matter where I sleep,

Your lap is the best place mum...

No matter what I eat or do to calm myself

when I am in tension...

Your hug will always

be the permanent cure mum...

No matter how many friends I have

You will always be my first bestfriend mum..

. No matter whatever happens in life...

I will always love you mum....

-Apurva Singh
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Nidhi Ramteke

Nidhi Ramteke is a student. Writing is her

passion. She writes what she believes. She's

an early bird. She wishes to never miss the

sunrise. You can reach her on Instagram

@isitnotenough

"Poison"

for a throne

stained with blood

and malice

tales of triumph

wars and deception

sits a queen
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reigning her realm

with venom in her veins

poison in her tongue

and serpents on her arm

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Radhika chopra

She is a chess player, kathak dancer and an

amateur writer. She expresses positivity

through her poems and articles. She loves to

play outdoor games like cricket and

badminton. Painting is her hobby and music

is her guilty pleasure.

Life

Life is a journey, very long

Ups and downs will come along,

Every turn comes with decisions to make

Decide carefully, your future is at stake.

A lot of challenges will come your way

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Will you face them or will you run away?

Don’t let others shape your future

Do what you feel, life is an adventure!

Every day is a new beginning

A fresh start, to the life you are leading,

Just go out there and do your best

Don’t let anyone define your strength

Follow your dreams, chase your ambitions,

No matter what you do, do it with passion.

Life can be exciting, life can be fun

Don’t let anyone hold you back

Because this wonderful journey,

Is experienced only once

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Sabreen Siraj Qureshi

Sabreen Qureshi is a teenager who has
boundless love for literature. Reading novels
and writing poems are her hobbies which
have become a major part of her life. She
wishes to pursue writing along with her
studies. She spreads positivity through her
talent of writing.You can approach her via-
Instagram- @inspiringsoul._ Facebook-
Inspiring Soul

Stress Season

In this world of possession,

Most of the people are facing depression.

It’s the stress season,

Everyone has their own reason.

Has anyone asked oneself?

“Won’t I survive without overstretching

myself?”

Life will go on my dear,

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Whether you do or do not fear.

Thinking positive will pull you out from

your anxiety,

Spending time with loved ones will make

you happy.

Do the activities which distract you from

negativity,

Like listening to music or art and creativity.

It is ok to be worried sometimes,

But make sure it doesn’t become your job

lifetime.

So, go ahead and enjoy the pleasures of life,

Rather that nabbing oneself with a

depression knife.
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Ambalika Singh
Ambalika Singh has done B. Tech in
Biotechnology from SAM HIGGINBOTHAM
UNIVERSITY OF AGRICULTURE,
SCIENCES & TECHNOLOGY. She is a very
fun loving girl and fond of her family. She
loves to write down her thoughts in a
beautiful way. She loves cooking and
listening songs.She has been part of many
anthologies as a co-author. You can contact
her on insta I'd - positive_th4

Essence of love

Those blooming nights,

The blissful journey,

How can I forget,

Only you and I,

Only We,

Altogether under the same sky...

There was no lust of body love...

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Its was just pure love,

Two pure souls meeting each other,

Spending, enjoying and creating Some

joyous moments,

Moments which will blossom them,

Blossom them from in and out,

All together.

The flowers of those moments will

Cover all the unpaved paths in between...

They are very lucky who enjoy and create

those blissfulpurps....

Mate with each other just the way two pure

souls meet and enjoy the

field of essence created.... Crete your own

magic world...

World of blissful essence.

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Abhishek Suchak
He is Abhishek Suchak He is studying in
B.com Sem-6 and also He started writing
from 9th standard. He is from
Gujarat,Porbandar. His first poem is KUCH
KISSE KAHU PAR KIS SE KAHU.

कोई कहता हैं ये सही है ,

कोई कहता हैं वो सही है ,

मान के भी हम फकतना मान लें ,

कोई खु श हैं तो कोई खु फशयााँ बााँ ट रहा हैं ,

समझने और समझौते में फजों दगी कट रही हैं ।

फकसी ने कहा सच्चा मत बन हार जाये गा,

फकसी ने कहा अच्छा मत बन मारा जाये गा,

हम दोनोों पहलू साथ ले कर चल पड़े ,

कोई सु नता हैं तो कोई सु नाता हैं ,

बस समझने और समझौते में फजों दगी कट रही हैं ।

ये इों सान फकतना कुछ समझता हैं ,

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ये इों सान फकतना कुछ समझा जाता हैं ,

फकसी की नजर या नजररये में िाँस जाता हैं ,

फजों दगी का सार हैं सों भ ल कर चलना,

कोई रोता हैं तो कोई रुलाता हैं ,

बस समझने और समझौते में फजों दगी कट रही हैं ।

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Siri MahaLaxmi.Vemula
Just a peaceful soul writing all her thoughts
and feelings. She wants to be an aspiring
writer. She writes with her whole heart.

SHE

She may look like a glass bead

But, hard to break her.

Her beady eyes has ability to

Pull you like a Weed.

Fire in eyes but,

She's so cool.

She's synaide when you

behave toxic.

She's elegant like a queen

Her attitude is like a king.

She shines like a diamond

With all her flaws,

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And that makes you do applause.

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Mohit chouhan
Mohit Chouhan was born in 2003, Madhya
Pradesh, India. He is currently a student in
12th grade He loves to read which eventually
compelled him to write poems and short
stories, his first short story "life is now" was
praised by many. His inquisitive mind leads
him to discover more about himself
everyday, he feels elated when people
resonates with his poems and writings.

LITTLE THINGS.

Sphere full of priority for massive things,

but remember,

speck of sand makes desert,

Barbules makes wings of bird.

Step begins the journey of mile, Little loving

gestures are

someone's smile,

Droplets forms cloud,

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Tiny voice is cause of revolution loud.

Little consistent work makes you mighty,

At first small ideas, later revolutionise the

society.

And drops makes the sea,

These little compassionate deeds will make

this world what we wanted it to be,

Seed transforms to life,

These little temptations will later be big vice,

Will let our scruples go away before we even

realise.

A small error in choice is behind demise of

kings,

So aspire to be an angel of little things.

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Jaya
I am jaya nimje civil engineer girl i like to
capture photos like a model. Also i like ramo
walk. I always want my life with full of
glamorous but it's opposite to my
expectation my life simple and normal like a
normal girl. My hobbies are listening song
also i like hangout with frnds and i am full of
entrainment to them who know me very
well. In my hobbies never include writing
skill. Because it's not my hobbie in
childhood. I never thought one day i will
write something. I am shy girl When my
heart said some line i was keep it in my
phone memo. Slowly my feelings share with
my close frnd and they like it also i heared
about app where i can post my lines and
they give my name too. People like and
comment also share my post. This things
built my confidence to write and now i love
to write.

Pahli barish
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Tumse mahobbat bhi pahli barish ki tarah

hai,

Log bhigna pasand karte hai aur hame dekh

kar hi sukoon milta hai....
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Anusha Sathia
Anusha is a writer and a poet hailing from
India. She is currently in high school. She has
been writing since quite a few years and that
has been her passion. She uses her positive
attitude and tireless energy to encourage
others to work hard and succeed and she
writes because she enjoys expressing herself.
For more of her work, please check out her
Instagram handle: @_thelittletherapist

Friend turned Foe

I am that pictured in those tales to song I am

that which from the brink responds I bring
unrest when the seas have calmed I am
legend, I am fool I am one of many, I am
under no rule I am peasant, I am loon I'm
disparaged, I'm consumed I'm most certainly
confused Am I seeing something real or is it
smoke? Am I on the ground or am I hung
without a rope? And is this fantasy or from
the dream have I awoke? Am I stead on the
path or am I clinging onto hope? Am I? If
you gather all the teachings that the wise
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have told Compile every scripture from the

books of old And muse upon the meaning of
the truths you've sewn You will germinate
the mind but the fields won't grow This is
the high of low This is the friend turned foe
This is what the light can't show If you stand
still don't expect the Earth will slow See that
every wind up plateaus If you want a seed to
rise up, let go The greatest tragedy as every
breath takes toll Is to live a life and never
witness depth of soul Snake inside the rocks,
your tale you will consume Liberate the
mind but lock the body in a groove Know
that sedentary can be tantamount to tomb
This is why a coma patient must be regularly
moved In the quest for plenty, know the
paths are many But few will lead you past
the regions where the past is buried Giving
is the levee that will bound a man's greed
Prison is the dwelling when you take no
leave Faster than a sparrow flies, trap the
cupid by surprise Grab his bow and arrow
and shoot straight into the empty sky You
can spend eternity immersed in what's inside
But if you're searching for a purpose then no
purpose will you find I am icon I am that
vision, I am fate transformed I am that
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allegiance to the sword you've sworn I am

false idol, I am fraud Ratchet down disaster
like a phoenix in decline Imagined up in
rapture, but no miracle am I If you sing
inside a cavern like canaries in a mine Know
indulgence is a hazard so be wary with your
time To mean something, we live and we
strive for it To feel something, we fight and
survive for it To love something, we scream
out and cry for it But tell me now are you
willing to die for it?
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Nikul Kevadiya
Not everyone is fortunate to live the way
they want but he does it anyways. Doesn't
care about the negatives from the
surroundings and builds up his own
positivity to the society an understanding
platform for the youth.

*Kuch an Kahin Si Baatein*

Malum hai hume

Khushi tumhe bhi Hoti hai,

Magar kabhi jataoge nahi.

Yaad tumhe bhi aati hai,

Magar zikr to karoge nahi. Malum hai hume

Bura tumhe bhi lagta hai,

Magar kuch bologe nahi.

Dard tumhe bhi hota hai,

Magar muskurana chodoge nahi.

Malum hai hume Fikar tumhe bhi Hoti hai,

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Magar kabhi dikhaoge nahi.

Roothna tum bhi jaante ho,

Magar ye bhi jaante ho

ki koi manane vala nahi.

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Aditi Singh
Aditi Singh is a student of 15 from
Jharsuguda, Odisha. She is studies in
standard 11th in DAV Public School. She has
been writing since she was 13. The wants to
pursue writing as her passion and career.
You can contact her in instagram
@unspoken4583

Dream City

A lingered place in my mind

Reluctant to leave,

An obscure place in my mind

Puzzles it weaves.

Intact buildings in my mind

Unaccountable on concretes,

Intimate buildings in my mind

Respectively discrete.

Ablazed halls in my mind

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Unpalatable to heights,

Wingless halls in my mind

Despised by flights.

Palace of dreams in my mind

With blundered sky,

Palace of dreams in my mind

Worth every try.

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Tatsamaa Ray
An authoress who likes to mingle with the
various genres that creates an everlasting
effect on the minds of readers.

The bliss on terrace

Pandemonium everywhere- a turbulence of

miseries,grief and heartbreaks. It is
formidable for everyone to keep a strong
grip over life-because everytime you try to
control the radar-it slips off...just when you
start thinking that life has sedimented then
and there you think of decantation of life out
of the impurities,again those miseries
obstinately dissolve in your life and
hence,the process continues- a humdrum of
affairs keep on going and you are never at
liberty. Life isn't an utopia but is strewn with
scourge. But we definitely have to seek
solace in something or the other to make it
significant- to make it worth living otherwise
we would be nothing but lifeless sadists-
devoid of warmth and decked up with
agony. Once in an afternoon,I was feeling a
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bit miserable and uneasy-actually it was

quite a bit not just little. Everyone's life takes
a toll on them but it is we , who can mend
our lives and mould it in a beautiful way. I
have a huge terrace in the top of my house -
the terrace is actually a lofty one and it is
literally one of the highest terraces in the
locality. It was winter so basking in the
afternoon sun just felt so great. As i stood on
the terrace, my ears grew keener,my eyes
became sharper and my heart started
pounding with a sudden booming happiness
- I felt as if my agitation just ebbed away in a
few minutes. I could listen to the rustling of
leaves of the huge coconut trees, the rumpus
of everyday, the barking of dogs, the
blinking of vehicles, the frenzied laughter of
women and what not. Strangely I began to
feel connected ...there was more of a new
me..a jovial,happy soul who was lost in the
smog of winters or perhaps the smog of grief
and miseries. Finally, I was speaking to
myself, a soothing feeling running through
my nerves- just like a conglomerate of
happinessand my spirits skipped as high as a
grasshopper. ...definitely an ecstatic feeling
and that's why i call this the bliss on terrace.
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We get so disturbed by the tumultuous

situations in life that we forget about the
puny things which can fetch happiness and
bring a wide smile on our wrinkles and
bleared visage. Sometimes even the
hullabaloo of the environment - the regular
outlook to life imbibes a positive vibe in life
and this I how I believe life is indeed
ecstatic-the arduous you make it- the worse
it becomes...
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Amandeep Roy
A travelling enthusiast chasing and seeking
peace in writing , travelling , exploring new
people and sometimes singing and playing
some music

Teri yaad … abhi bhi aati hai

Hawaon me aaj kal woh sukoon nahi hai ,

Inki san-sanahat me ab woh junoon nahi hai ,

Ye toh bass chalti hi jaati hai ,

Teri yaad , abhi bhi aati hai .

Aaj kal toh mai so hi nahi paata hoon ,

Chah kar bhi kyun, ro hi nahi paata hoon ,

Neend bhi tere hi sapne dikhati hai ,

Kyunki Teri yaad , abhi bhi aati hai .

Baag me fool ab murjha se gaye hain ,

Apni muskurahat ko bhula se gaye hain ,

Woh koyal bhi ab koi geet nahi gaati hai ,

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Kyunki Teri yaad , abhi bhi aati hai .

Bheed me pakadne ko koi hath hi nahi hai ,

Ek bharosa tha jo woh sath hi nahi hai ,

Duniya bhi ab teri kahaniya sunaati hai ,

Teri yaad , abhi bhi aati hai .

Teri kitaabon ko padhke kyun apna sa lagta

hai ,

Tere jaane ka ghum bhi ek sapna sa lagta hai

,

Badalon me bhi ab teri tasveer nazar aati hai

,

Kyunki Teri yaad , abhi bhi aati hai .

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M.Gopika
Name : M.Gopika, From : Ramanathapuram
District, Place : Kadaladi. crazy writer, and
budding artist. call me ' g ' or 'kdl_gm'

Dreams :

Dreams are like a meteor garden!.

There are lot of dreams to seen here - But

Some dreams are comes true,

Some are fall down!

But we can see lovely dreams –

at night times only!

The stories of untold desire - called dreams!

In dreams, we can get anything we like!

Whatever we want,its comes to true!

Wherever we want to go, it's all possible!

In our dream's only..

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However dreams helps to all, that their

Untold desires are-come's true

with peacefully,

at the nights!

In this cruel world not shows -any mercy for

the poor's !

. But, they are also human,

They all are had some desires,it's not

possible for reality –

with their lifestyle! But in their dream's,

It is possible to true!

I love dream's.!

Because, In my world –

I'm the one and only queen of my kingdom!

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Sandesh Mahadik
I'm an Instrumentation Engineer. Currently
working in Emerson Automation Solution, as
a System Engineer for the last 2 years. In
addition to that, I'm three times a national
player in the Kho Kho game. I like to grow
with plants and Write something interesting.
I believe this journey is more beautiful than a
destination.

A night with plants.

Every morning my first 15 minutes are

booked with my plants. What about you?
House plants are good for your health and
not just for their visual beauty because they
essentially do the opposite of what we do
when we breathe, release oxygen and absorb
carbon dioxide. They not only refresh the air
but also eliminate harmful toxins. Studies
have also proven that indoor plants improve
concentration and productivity, reduce stress
levels and boost your mood making them
perfect for not just your home but your
workspace too. All we know is that our
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Green lives (Plants) release oxygen during

the day in the presence of natural light
through the process of photosynthesis. While
at night, the plants uptake oxygen and
release carbon dioxide, which is called
respiration. I'm living in the most developing
City Mumbai, the city that never sleeps. So I
think we need to improve our city's
environment at night. Now you are
wondering how this is possible? I've been
planting for the last 5 years. Green lives
always made my day special with their
presence and at night they are giving me
healthy oxygen. Yeah, I said it correctly. I
would like to share one experience with you.
A few months back I took one spider plant
from a nursery. I didn't know about their
features while taking it. It was in a small pot
so Instead of keeping it on the balcony I kept
it near my study table. Within a week, I
noticed something different between earlier
nights and current nights. At night, after
entering my room I felt very fresh and
energetic. So I researched it. I got my answer.
As I mentioned plants are releasing carbon
dioxide at night However, some plants can
uptake carbon dioxide during the night as
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well because of their ability to perform a

type of photosynthesis called Crassulacean
Acid Metabolism (CAM). Having these
plants at home improves air quality
throughout the day and helps people to sleep
better at night. These plants are Tulsi, Aloe
Vera, Spider plant, Snake plant etc. So when
are you taking these special plants? You
should follow these healthy habits. Keep
planting. Save our planet. Be safe.
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Madhumitha
A conscious dreamer letting her thoughts out
through pen and paper

I wish I could breathe...

People said I'm a destroyer

Destroyer of my life and even theirs,

They were late to understand me

Or maybe I thought the contrary.

I was tired of people saying,

Saying I'm inhuman,

I'm not at all caring A

nd I would love to hurt a human.

One day I finally took the decision,

The decision to end my life,

This was my last occasion,

I ended my life nearly at evening five.

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All of them forgot my deeds,

And took me to the hospital,

I think I'm greedy,

Greedy to win the battle.

Today I wish I could breathe,

I could solve all the issues,

I could hug some people tight

And understand their love towards me.

I wish I could win the battle of life,

I wish I could breathe,

Not for me but for people, People who are

crying for me
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K. Candy James
A soul lost in a large forest, trying to find
which direction she should take to be finally
one with her ever searching home. One thing
she can call of her own is her writing, the
only thing that gave her strength for the next
breath and after all she did start her way
with paper and pencil as a kid till her last.

SETSUNAI (A bittersweet emotion from the

heart) - C.J

There she was as always in the middle of

flower beds.

Her beauty being one with the roses as she

sat there day and night. Every passerby
stops and admires her smile and that
laughter that plays the background music for
their tired hearts. They didn't see, everyone
so busy watching her but no one saw the
thorns well hidden under the roses. No one
noticed the thorns that pierced through her.
She kept smiling as always, hiding behind
that mask that she wore everyday. The mask
which she wishes that could be removed at
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least for once. No one cared to see beyond

the surface and even when they know about
the thorns they pretended oblivion to what
was underneath. So she stayed there,
nowhere else to go with the bright colored
roses that were once white till she was
finally one with the red roses.
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Priya Singh
Priya Singh is born & brought up in Dewas,
MadhyaPradesh.She's completed Masters of
Computer Science.She is a Former
Educationist, communication Trainer. She's
the Co-Author of the Anthologies:- "It's all
about two phase : love & hate" ,"Words From
Heart", "Fierce, Fearless N Flawed" & "In the
way of borehole". All are available in
Amazon. Till today, She's worked in 150+
Anthologies as a Co-Author. Her writing
keeps her at ease. She mostly write quotes on
thoughts. She loves inspiring young minds.
Instagram id- instant__thoughts_ Mail id-
scspriyasingh@gmail.com

//Night & Moon together forever//

Stars don't fall for night,

though it tries with all the might,

Night has always been in love

with Moon as it either shrouded

by it's darkness or cloud,

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though sometimes it becomes

even slice how could I say night

is being nice,

it's just saving it's love

from others eyes,

who could take it

stealing your love

in front of your eyes,

with every blooming flower

night becomes aware & tries

to more wither so that covers

moon almost, no matter whom

it wants to snuggle,

Blooming night with petals,

everyone is aware with this settles,

Moon gets all the attention

whether it's night or evening strike.

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Avantika agrawal
Avantika agrawal is persuing her pharmacy
from lpu .she used to express feelings of
untold things through which anyone can
connect and relate to themselves. I had
worked as co-author in differnt books and
also compiled anthologies. Anyone can reach
out to her through insta id
@_snowy__secret_ @poetry__world._

Raaton ki sarsarahat

Raat ke sannate ki hichkichahat bahhot h,

Yu simte hue chahton ki,uchale bahhot h,

Shanti ki gehraiyon me,chupe h na jane raaz

kitne,

Isi lye id ki chand or karwachauth me fasle

baahot h,

Darne wale andhero me ab muskurate h log,

Jab ho na pata baya kuch,

To ro jate h log, Chand ke roshni ki ehmiyat

baahot h,
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Andhere me jo h bhatake , unka to ye

humsafar h

Yu taaro ka sath bhi kuch alag hi h,

Na hui roshni par zikr kum na h

Raaz chupa na jane kitto ko simtaya h usne,

Ho jae agr kuch baya to rulaya b h isne,

Kuch khel in andhero ke b kamal h,

Bachpan me darate the jo, Aj unhi se pyae h

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W.T.N.Dimithri Wijerathna

Dimithri Wijerathna is a young upcoming

poet living in Sri Lanka.She has completed
Higher National Diploma in English. She has
won from many writing contests.Since
childhood she has passionate in field of
writing. In future she wants to become a
global recognized poet.

Rainy Day

Little, little dew droplets falls on the ground

The feelings sprouts out softly with nostalgia

Gazing through the window Carry to

another world

Sipping a hot coffee with romantic thoughts

Slowly drifts away as a running cloud

Lost in thoughts with hidden tears

Rain you are an amazing icon

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Mohit Yadav
I am Mohit Yadav from India ,Madhya
Pradesh,Ujjain I am just 17 years old
Writer/Author/Poet. I am a writer of both
English As Well As Hindi Language. Writer
Who Can Write On any theme in English and
Hindi both. " My Mind is a gun, my words
are bullets and my pen is a trigger." - Mohit
Yadav

" Every Late Night "

Nowadays dreaming every night, With an

open eyes, Keeps some people alive, And
some are dead from inside.

Some people have this hobby, For some it is

a disease, Waking up till late nights, Can or
cannot fulfill your deeds.

It's not always disease and hobby, Some are

actually here so busy, Working hard and
doing overnight, For getting here so much
hype.
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According to this world, Sleeping late night

is awful, Causes overthinking and stress,
Which kills your activeness.

But working till late night, Can bring

pleasure in your life, Because that time isn't
you wasting, Instead that you utilised with
working.

But the reality of this world, Most of the

people here are broken, Due to which they
can't sleep at night, Leads to anxiety and bad
life.

Not all are here actually broken, Some are

having career tension, And some are having
money problem, That's the reason of their
depression.

Not all are here so busy, Some are just

enjoying and lazy, They remain wake up late
nights, Just for having fun and making vibes.

Some people having big dreams, Which not

letting them sleep, Everything they keep
planned, About every day and every week.

There are several more reasons, For waking

up till late nights, I just explained you basics,
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Try to sleep well at nights, As its an

important part of everybody's life.
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Aakarshan Singh
A nature lover whose heartstrings are
entangled with writing.Loves to compose
romantic poetries. This guy will take you on
a journey to a vast world of beautiful poems
enriched with personifications,imageries,
metaphors,similes,etc. XOXO:)

You and me

Just you and me sitting alongside the

seashore, The actual perfect moment with
romance galore. Getting lost by seeing in
each other's eyes, Being a victim of that
enchanting moment the blushing skies.

The birds started chirping as if signalling an

approval to our love, Fishes also dancing
with their tails above. Such a magical
moment being created at a picturesque
location, For all the new couples our love
story isn't gonna be less than something of
immense motivation.

Time passed by and soon the Sun started to

kiss the surface of the sea (Sunset),
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Experiencing that mesmerising moment just

you and me, Dazzling stars covered the sky,
Don't care about the ones criticising 'cause
haters gonna cry.

With your head over my lap and the fire

burning by, Such a romantic moment that
even Moon began to shy. With my hands on
your waist and playing music of your taste,
Dancing freely for hours 'cause there's
nothing to haste.

Dance with me till it begins to rain & there's

a rainbow in the sky, Until the silhouettes of
the clouds covers the mountain high. Dance
with me till the autumn arrives with the
blooming of flowers, Dance with me darling
for hours and hours.

Soon the frogs began croaking in the puddle,

And we lost in the darkness of the night to
cuddle. Kissing and getting cosy under the
moonlight, Never wanna lose you girl so just
hold me tight.
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Ahtisam Bashir
Ahtisam Bashir lives in Srinagar, J&K. She is
Computer Engineer by profession and has
completed her Bachelors of Engineering from
Kashmir University. She has started pen
down her thoughts, ideas, poetry when she
was 13 years old. Ahtisam's professional
degree always kept her engaged in her
studies and drifted her away from the
writing world. But, the blessing that Lord
has bestowed her with bought opportunity
with itself and lockdown came as a blessing
in disguise for her to again get in touch with
her soul-deep writing skills.

Imagery Voyage

I had this imagination of us,

Lay down in the garden of our home.

Facing our heads towards the sky,

Looking at the moon shining and twinkling

stars.

Holding tight my right hand into your left,

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Where we explore rotation of the earth

together,

One looking on each others tears shedding

eyes,

Revived us from our broken past internal

pains.

Brought me the key of my soul,

Opened the door, I never know, it existed.

Everything hypothetical you said , I

believed,

Most heaviest feeling that overtook me.

Wished your hesitation had never took its

part,

Had experienced life's magical experience, if

real.

Thinking about the future, you did wrong,

Didn't let me drown into the shores of our

love.

Let intellect to close third eye, stoutly

Vanished the hope, one day we'll unite.

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Sanchari Bandyopadhya
Iam Sanchari Bandyopadhyay from West
Bengal. Though I am not a professional
writer, but sometimes I write as a hobby. I
like to draw as it's also my hobby.

TRAPPED IN A LIFT

Often situations lie ahead of us which

demand calm decisions and sharp and
decisive thinking. These situations may be
faced by anyone of us at any point of time.
However tough they might seem, there are
always ways to overcome them. The most
positive sides of these incidents is that it
makes one strong both physically and
mentally. Diwali was almost a week away
and most of our shopping was over. The next
day, we were about to head out to our
relatives houses. I was lazily seated on the
sofa, gazing at the television when my
mother came running towards me. She
exclaimed that we forgot to get gifts for one
of our relatives and we were going to visit
same family the next day. Forced as I was, I
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had to go out and get something for them. It

was a quarter to ten at night and I knew that
almost all the local shops were closed.
However there was a shopping mall almost
half-a-mile away from us and it is usually
open overnight. So without further ado, I got
into a taxi and headed there. I was happy
that it was still open and hurried into
'Garments' section. I bought a pair of t-shirts
and was about to head out when my eyes fell
on the technology department of the mall. I
didn't know that there was this sale going on
and to my surprise, prices were incredibly
low. I forgot about the time and went in to
explore. Puzzled at what to buy, I spent
quite some time searching and ending up
taking a new camera. I saw my watch and it
quarter past eleven.
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Chandhana K U (Aashriya)
Aashriya, a curious girl pursuing her BA
LLB is a beginner in the field of letters. She
hails from Ernakulam, Kerala. She has a
spark of positivity and loves to find
happiness in other's smile. She is very
passionate and tries to give a different touch
to her works. She pens everything from heart
and spreads her view in a simple way. She
loves to spin her letters with lot of
dedication.

The Lunatic

Sang my fears - intense and vivid,

Weeped my happiness - depressed and

distasted,

Having extreme emotions dancing;

In your mind parallely - is Lunatic.

I tried to paint colours,

With my monochromed vision.

I mused my hunch,
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To something alluring.

Counting upwards and downwards,

I let my nights to play it's role.

I could hear the echos of madness,

Captivating my perception limits.

Many uncertainties revolved around me;

Sometimes deranged, sometimes impetuous.

Eyes started witnessing sudden plunge,

Before my heart could realize the sitch.

Instantly laughs out while drowning;

Drowning deep into the sounds of yell.

Searches the mind that wanders;

Wanders deep inside the insanity.

The threads of my existence, lost it's ends.

Such a bright light in front of me,

Still I started searching for darkness.

Then got blind in the misfortune I created.

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It's something I created,

But it's not the same as you think.

It's feels different for me,

And as you stated, it is Lunatic.

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Kislay Shukla
Kislay Shukla , a mechanical engineering and
a writer by hobby . His interest in writing is
nurturing since childhood with participating
and winning article/story writing
competitions. He has been putting his works
on platforms like Quora and Instagram to
improve his skills and also reach a wider
audience . He aspires to publish his own
book one day.

THE FAILED PROMISE The beautiful bond

of Sameer and Anjali was an example for the
entire college. I still remember my first day
at Sir Joseph Medical college, Surat. I got
Sameer as my roommate in the hostel and we
spent 5 years of MBBS together,
consequently I am the closest witness of all
events that happened with him in all these
years. Anjali was from the physiotherapy
department. Sameer first met her during one
of our internal Viva exams and soon me,
Sameer and Anjali became best of friends.
Evening gossips at tea stall and weekend
movie plans became a part of our routine. It
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was when we were making these memories,

a beautiful relationship was being nurtured
between Sameer and Anjali. I was too happy
for both of my very close friends. Both
started helping each other in their studies,
they motivated each other in their tough
times. Their love was not hidden from
anyone in the college as it was pure one, it
was beyond the common notion we have for
boyfriends and girlfriends. I couldn’t
continue my medical career due to a severe
financial crisis in my family and was forced
to move to my hometown and start handling
my father’s business. This year, on March
2021, they both got posted as medical
assistants at Surat Civil Hospital and were
given duties at the Covid Care Ward. With
the second wave deteriorating the situation
on daily basis, the pressure on frontline
health workers was extreme. Sameer and
Anjali were serving the patients selflessly
day and night. It was on 17 March, I got the
news that Sameer had been tested covid
positive although his condition was stable
for 3 days but from the 4th day his spO2
level started dropping rapidly and reached
68 by 22nd March, CT scan reports reported
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fatal infection levels in his lungs and he was

immediately put on ventilator. All I could do
was pray for my friend who was more than a
brother for me. I texted Sameer on the night
of 24th March Me: Hey Sameer! You are a
warrior my boy, everything would be fine,
stay strong!! He: Thanks, let’s meet once
again at the tea stall once I recover Me: yesss
definitely! On 25th March, 8:45 in the
morning …. I received a call from Anjali, she
was crying, with heavy voice she said;
Sameer left us. The next moment my
doorbell rang, it was courier person, he
handed me an invitation card which read –
Sameer weds Anjali There was letter inside
with some scribbled lines, at once I could
identify it was Sameer’s writing, the lines
read – “Bhai, me and Anjali are getting
married next month, I wanted to surprise
you… Promise me you will come for sure “
Second wave of Covid snatched more than
700 doctors from their dear ones, second
wave of Covid failed more than 700 promises
, so many Anjalis have lost their Sameer , so
many like me have lost a friend like Sameer..
Salute to those brave souls Jai Hind!
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Pragya Rani
Pragya Rani, hailing from Patna, is a 19 years
old teen, and is the co-founder at Corral of
Thoughts, a growing - writing community, a
published Co-author, and has graduated her
12th in 2020- The Pandemic year! She is a
NEET aspirant. She is a mature teen who
loves to ink her imaginations. People believe
that poetry is an escape, in her case, it's her
life. She's into writing since 2014-15. She
loves to pen down in various genres and
forms. She's Jack of all trades, Master of
none. Connect to her on Instagram:
@___pragya.___ Happy Reading :)
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मैं भीड़ में जो चला तु झे लगा मैं भीड़ का हो गया,

मैं तु झे से जो फमला भीड़ को लगा मैं ते रा हो गया,

मैं ने भीड़ से पू छा, मैं फकसका ?

मैं ने तु झसे पू छा आख्शखर मैं फकसका?

भीड़ ने कहा मैं ते रा, तू ने कहा मैं भीड़ का!

इस कश्मकश में की मैं भीड़ का या ते रा,

मैं तो अकेला रह गया।

~ प्र
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Abdur Razzaque
Abdur Razzaque has been writing
passionately since High School and currently
working on his poems collection along with
being a co-author in various anthologies
since last year. After graduating in English
literature, he started writing on regular
basis. He always says, "A writer lives in
another dimension, you just see a glimpse of
him." Instagram: strangebuttruequotes

Dark secrets

Humans have created some of the most

amazing things.

Hideous filthy creatures having too many

dark secrets, ain't it cringe?

I don't hate you, but I hate you, cause I'm

innocent as hell,

never have I ever broken anyone's heart, just

pushed them to jump into the well.

Have I ever betrayed anyone on purpose, in

my entire life?
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That affair at my office doesn't count, irony

is I still love my wife.

Oh please! I've never judged anyone,

without any cause,

my last crush is characterless, she talks to

everyone. Hands of applause!

Without these dark secrets, still some

humans left, but just a few,

I'm just a devil & there's nothing to hide.

Now can I ask for an honest review?

-Abdur Razzaque
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Shaikh Areeba
This 17 year old writer has a liberal mind
with an introvert heart who loves to spill her
thoughts on the paper She can speak hindi
English French urdu and marathi In her
leisure time she loves to paint and write
poetries under the evening sky She's a
science student and her dream is to have a
well establish career in medical field

Euphoric Memories

I remember one of those blooming nights It

was a pitch-black sky along with the
sparkling moonlight A long-desired campfire
trip coming into existence Just some baked
potatoes, nachos and tons of chitchat with
my friends I remember one of those
blooming nights When it rained all evening
So I decided to go for a walk along the
beachside The silence of the sky, the roars of
the ocean Gratifying the scent of petrichor
Felt peace in my soul, my mind grew an
incredible notion I remember one of those
blooming nights The boards just ended, it
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was time for the prolonged hard work to pay

just right It was a shopping spree all day and
a pyjama party overnight Ghost movies,
dress-up games, dancing, tens of stories and
pillow fights And before we knew it was
morning six past five I remember one of
those blooming nights When the night of my
sister's wedding finally arrived The wedding
hall looked like a scene straight from a
Disney movie Smile as bright as the moon,
eyes as pure as a melody All heads turned
around to glance at her jaw-dropping beauty
Holding her hand entering the hallway, I
was delighted Seeing my entire family under
a roof once again reunited These are some of
the euphoric nights you see Perhaps precious
moments are all around us mizzling like
confetti Perhaps we keep hunting the future
and discern when the present turns into a
memory So take a deep breath and look
around the hundred reasons to be happy

- Shaikh Areeba
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Ahmad Abbas
Ahmad Abbas is a teacher and poet , he likes
to write about the today's world , about the
feeling of today's generation and their
inexpressible storm of heart.

भीगी भीगी सोोंधी सी खु शबू से महकती हुई रात,

चााँ द की चाों दनी में फनखरती हुई रात,

खू बसू रत ख़ामोशी की चादर में फलपटी हुई रात,

फकसी की मोहब्बत तो फकसी के आाँ सू में ख्शखलती हुई

रात,

फबखरी हुई ज़ु ल्ोों की छााँ व में गु ज़रती हुई रात,

मााँ के आों चल में सु कून की नीोंद भरी हुई रात,

तो कहीों अश्ोों की नमी में िरी सहमी हुई रात,

ददद की आह और आत्मा की वे दना में दबी हुई रात,

उम्मीद के सू रज के इों तजार में ढलती हुई रात,

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मज़दू र की एक वक़्त की रोटी खा कर भू खी सोती हुई

रात,

फकसी ददद को छु पाने की कोफशश में फससफकयोों भरी हुई

रात,

इों सान के तानोों और है वाफनयत की िरावनी यादोों से

िराती हुई रात,

ख़ु शरों ग में कभी रों गीली हुई हुई रात-,

तारोों के से हरे में इठलाती हुई रात,

कफठन पररश्रम की गवाह जागती हुई आाँ खोों की रात,

सु खमय प्रभात की शु भकामनाएों दे कर जाती हुई रात ।

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Alisha
Alisha....writing is my passion

pyaar ek hakkikat

Har lamha aap ke naal kar diya

pal bhar aap ka yaad kiya

Aashiyan aap mai basthi hai

sukoon aap mai rehthi hai

Ashq ko aap ne mere ankh se hata diya

muskaan ko aap ne mere hayath mai fasa

diya

Aap mere dil ke wafa hai

aap mere hayath ke gulzaar hai

Jaga jaga kho chuki hoon

bewaja kahin aap mai chup hoon

Nazre milao mere nazroon se

sirf phailaa huwa hai aap ka pyaar

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Raj kumar
I'm Raj kumar and l'm 16yrs old from
telangana, l'm schooling and love to write
reflections of mind and recently started a
page on insta named @smitten_flare and l'm
ambivert , fresher to this world of words,
hope working as writer goes on..., my dream
is to see the world in the hands of good and
peace all around and positivity dwelling....
And I want everyone to take vow for making
the world better place for every entity.. Don't
hope for the best and mold it to the best..

That night u were at my sight

Something gotten drenched,

I was getting hot, Cheeks went red..

wanted to get drowned into u to the last..

Yes,.. That night u were at my sight

You're glance was reflecting me,

your hair was going through mee..

your fragrance, is all I've covered with,

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As Two destined souls were molding on to

one

U r far.. my sunrise and shades of happiness

colouring out..

Your lips rolled over the sky and savored me

Your eyes made me realise the mystical

world of stars and drawn into the wetness
and swim through out..

Your hands are cotton fawn just harvested,

so soft.. which I can hold eternally..

That night u were at my sight,

somethings got raring and star were

blooming, Unknown feelings

flattering in the two minds something

beyond everything got lost into the desert of
intimacy..

Love is not we're defined on, no words can

intend the feel of your touch and your

glance, I'm obsessed with. that's might be the

reason

why god created eyes,To spell infinite

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. That night u were at my sight

As we bount the vow of eternal flame

Shining through out the world screaming the

sieze of law evaluated..

We now, for drown to be one everlasting

Sacred in nature on to the shades of dark to

the shining light..

That night u were at my sight..

So all my love was your right Love you..

etarnal to this endless night.

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Anjali Maurya
Anjali Maurya hails from Lucknow, U. P. She
is an enthusiastic writer who loves penning
down emotions connecting to the heart of
people. She is always passionate about
learning new things, keeps enhance her
writing skills to become a great writer.

I WANT....

As soon as the night arrives,

Your thoughts capture all my mind,

I get the feeling divine,

My heart loses control and It no more

remains mine,

What I want is,

I want your sleepy confused look when you

wake up,

I want to be that warmth that fills the space

in your bed,
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I want to be the sheets that your fingers

crave at night,

& the blanket that wraps around you at

night,

I want to drink tea with you, share some

records we find,

I want to go in deepest corner of your mind

& never get bored of you,

I want to be surprised by the new all the

time,

I want to look at you like a movie, a living

piece of art,

I want to chase what you crave for

and capture whole you in my eyes!!!

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Sowjanya M
Sowjanya M is an IT professional and lives in
Bengaluru. She is passionate about writing
and her penchant for writing has helped
voice her opinions by writing blogs on
various topics and views in her blog site.

Sun Rain and Rainbows

There is bliss in the trackless and untrodden

woods In the deep ocean there is a melody
and reverberation The sun makes its way
into deep woods The rustling leaves and
water lilies shines in moonlight

In some cities there are buildings and few

trees We wonder why there is no rain and
rainbows In some cities there are lakes that
are not clean We wonder how nice it would
be to have lake and swans

We are always sandwiched about what we

want It’s too sunny or it’s too cold or it’s too
wet It’s so cold we want more sunlight Soon
the summer we want some rain and cool
breeze
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It’s so hot we want some rainfall It’s all so

wet we wish there was some sunlight We
want rain but doesn’t want to be wet We
wish it rains sometime in midnight when all
are slept

We want peaceful nights with sky lit with

twinkling stars We love autumns when the
roads are carpeted with leaves We love
spring when the trees are full of vibrant
flowers Yet we want a blue sky with bright
sun and rain in hour of sleep
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Swapna soreng
I love to write about fantasy world , I am
trying to convert my imagination into words

-FORBIDDEN LOVE

Both are from different worlds ,

She is mere a human and

He is Prince of Supernaturals

Their love is considered forbidden.

But love has no limits and conditions

Their love is Pure and Innocent

But destiny has other plans,

Their love is considered forbidden

He loves her with all his heart,

She trusts him with all her soul.

They want to live together but,

Their love is considered forbidden.

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Because of them there is chaos Between

humans and

supernatural

Harmony and Peace is broken

Their love is considered forbidden.

For sake of their People and Peace,

They sacrifice their better half.

But they promised each other

One day,In other universe they will

Meet and love each other for eternity...

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Triparna Biswas
Triparna Biswas is a 7th standard girl living
in Kolkata, with her family.. Her dream is to
became an army or a professional writer..
She loves to help the needy ones..

उस रात

उस रात जब तु मने मु झे ,

छोड़ फदया,

मे रे फदल के एक एक आों ग ,

अश्रु बहाने लगे ।

रोते रोते पता ही नहीों चला,

कब हाथ मे कलम,

और,

सामने फकताब ले के बै ठे ,

हमारी प्रे म कहानी को,

कफवता बना फदया,

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पता ही नहीों चला, कब,

हमारी यादगार फदनोों को,

फकताब मे छु पा फदया,

खु द को तु मसे ,

दू र करके,

फकताब और कलम से ,

जोर फलए।।

उस रात मे री,

ले खक बनने की,

सिर सु रु हुई, और,

अपनी भावनाओों को,

फकताब मे छु पाना सु रु की,

जब की कोई मु झे अपना नहीों सोचते ,

मै भी अपनी फकताब और कलम,

की अलावा फकसी को अपना नहीों सोचती हाँ ।।

- फत्रपानाद फवश्वास
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Ruchika Biswal
She is Ruchika Biswal, she is 13.She was born
in a middle class family in Bhubaneswar
Odisha. Her parents always support her and
she loves to admire the night sky. That gave
her the inspiration to keep inking. She
believes one can become anything one
wants..... She is very new to the world of
writing I wish we may support her

All I left

Deep injuries, is all I left

A broken heart with l slept

When l met you thought you were great

Years passed but still remember the date

You left me apart and l regret

Comforting myself saying that's fate

Thought l would tell you

But now it's too late...

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Passing days , thinking you got a mate

I still remember the day we met

Deep injuries ,is all that left

You couldn't see my love's depth

Always as a secret I kept

With thought of yours ,I slept

But I know it's too late

Deep injuries is all I left

A broken heart with I slept

Ruchika Biswal
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Sucheta Singh
Sucheta Singh, is an aspiring writer and an
18 year old medical college student. She
pours her vivacious imagination and
emotions into words by writing poetry &
quotes. You can check out her page on
instagram @Suchsolace. She loves to read
books and novels as well.

Honesty

Enough now, it's time

Time to let your truth shine

But what about the dynasty of lies that I

made ?

How to look past the bed of deceit I laid ?

How can I be realistic when illusion is all I

know ?

How do I be honest, when my lies won't let

me go ?

But I have to come clean today

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Take all the demons of deceit and slay

Confess all that I wanted to say

People will accept my truth, I pray

I hope the truth doesn't break hearts

I hope my falsity remains in the past

But then again, will honesty ever suit my

bone ?

How will it, when deception is all I've

known ?

Oh, so many decisions, will think of some

other day

Right now all that matters is, honesty goes a

long way.
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Mayank shekhar
I am a type of person who even don't know
about himself but writing helps me to
express my feelings and emotions. I like to
spend most of my time with pen and paper
because as we know that paper has more
patience than human, so i Love to write the
most. Pen and paper is like my best friend.

बे टी के जन्म पर एक फपता ....

ते रा वो कोमल सा चे हरा।

उसपर ये मासू फमयत का पहरा।।

ते री आों खे जै से समु न्द्र सी गहरी।

ते रा वो मु स्कुराना जै से कोई रों ग सु नहरी।।

तू जब मु स्कुराए तो बाों झे मे री खु ल जाए।

तू मे री गोद में आए तो मु झे मे री सारी खु फशयाों फमल

जाए।।
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तू जो आई मे री फज़न्दगी में तो मानो फमला नया वरदान

है ।

तू कुल की दे वी लक्ष्मी और सरस्वती की पहचान है ।।

तू है तो मे री फज़न्दगी में लाख गमोों के बाद भी खु फशयाों

तमाम है ।

तू हस्ती रहे , मु स्कुराती रहे तु झमें ही तो मे रा सारा

जहान है ।।

तू आई है तो ऐसा लगता है मानो अब कायनात मे री

पू री हो गई।

ते री खु फशयोों की खाफतर मानो जीना अब मे री मजबू री

हो गई।।

अब तु झसे ही मानो फज़न्दगी की मे री नई शु रुवात है ।

अब तु झसे ही मानो मे रे घर में खु फशयोों फक बरसात है ।।

अब तू है मु झे जीने का नया बहाना क्या चाफहए।

अब तू है तो मु झे और खजाना क्या चाफहए।।

ते रे पै दा होने पर मैं ने खु फशयोों से घर को अपने सजाया

था।

मों फदर मों फदर घू म कर भगवान के सामने ते रे नाम का

दीया जलाया था।।
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मे रे घर एक नन्ही परी आई है घर घर मैं ने खु शी से

बतलाया था।

उस फदन जब तू आई, ते रे नाम से ही फपता मै कहलाया

था।।
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Mohit satwani
Writer,story teller,poet,shayar

Yhe raatein jab ankho me ati haina tab na

jane kesa sukoon sa milta hai. Phele din me
khush aur raat me drr jaya krte the. Aj din
me drte hai ke kisi se ankhe na mil jaye aur
raat me sukoon se jaagkr kisi ki yaado me
kho jaya krte hain.is raat ki nasha hi alg hai
ek ajeeb si shanti . Na koi kuch bolne vala na
koi kuch puchne vala. Bass taaro ke niche
ankhe bichaye hum sab apne chand ko
dundte hai. Ha raatein din se jada sukoon
deti hai.
 B l o o m i n g N i g h t | 155

Sharmila Banu shaik

A blooming poet. She is leading her life with
her family at Andhra in India. She is known
by her pen name Shammu, has published her
poems on various online platforms She loves
to write nature poems, soulful poems and
beautiful memoirs and thoughtful quotes.
You can connect with her on below details
Instagram: Sharmilashammu7 Email:
sharmilashammu4@gmail.com Contact:0096.

Mighty June Again

Oh! Mighty June how blissfully you have

arrived

In the midst of certain and uncertain days

ahead

Every threshold waits for your gift of

monsoon shower

A boon to the parched lands, brews joy more

and more

Now the scorching noon curtained with the

fluffy clouds of grey
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Dominating the warm rays with the hustling

cool breeze that sways

Children's screams of joy and laughter

before the rain streams in every lane

Wild plants and towering trees dance to the

tunes of hope

Drizzles of smile embrace them till their

thirst chokes

Sun kissed sweet and tango mangoes etch

our taste buds to replenish

Mother nature dresses in green hence I

please you June don't rain extreme.
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Afreen
Hi, My name is afreen gulzar.I am a student
and I belong to a middle class family.I love
writing and sharing my point of view and
experiences that I have gained with people
so that they take a note of it.My only goal
and moto in life is to make my mom and dad
proud and prove myself for I have potential.

Thanking GOD

All I needed was mercy.

All I needed was grace.

I was left with nothing at my own place

. All those people were fake.

All those people were same.

I was left with nothing.

Other than his name.

All I did was tried my best.

And left on him all the rest.

 B l o o m i n g N i g h t | 158

I always wondered why me.

And he would reply

, so that they could see.

Then I observed everything changed

. And all my hardwork gained me fame.

 B l o o m i n g N i g h t | 159

Subhoshree Bhowmic
Subhoshree Bhowmic is an aspiring artist,
specializing in painting, and digital art! She
has completed both her bachelor's and
master's degree in Comparative Literature
from Jadavpur University. She takes keen
interest in writing and photography as well.
She is also the Head of the Editorial Team at
Rotaract Club of Central Calcutta.

Through the Kaleidoscope of Thoughts

A window’s reflection of night

Traps silence in the light of its stare

Eyes ingrained in solitude’s trust.

A pane of forgotten fare

As morning light trades memories with

yesterday
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Constantly shifting it, with the colours of

time.

Images colliding like voices in the mist

Anonymous objects silent in their pursuit

Of a sun’s sweep, brushes hasty at their

palette

Painting chaotic kaleidoscopes at its zenith

To peeling oiled layers at dusk, now

A silhouette of moon beams

Dancing in stillness

Upon its inflected soul.

 B l o o m i n g N i g h t | 161

Subham Shrek Rai

I am a homogeneous mixture of

Parkinsonism, Schizophrenia and Anxiety.

00:00 A.M, Tuesday, 15th June, 2021 it's okay

to be vulnerable, it's okay to question your

identity, it's okay to shield around you. you

can make a wall around you or just a bubble

so thick practically solid. it's okay to be

anxious, it's okay to suffer physical, mental

suffer. it's okay to fence yourself. it's okay

not being better. as i might try i am not being

able to getting better, and it's okay. it's okay

to question your existence, been totally

vulnerable and surrender, it's okay. it's okay

to vanish the meaning of joy, happiness,

calmness in your life. it's okay to have

devoid of something, something you can't
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even know. it's okay that you can't put lid on

memories, guilt, regrets.i'ts okay to feel

worthless, hurt. it's okay not to be

appreciated. it's okay not to comprehend. it's

okay not being able to make understand

people. it's okay not be understood. it's okay

to have wishes or dreams burst into flame

and curl up into ashes. it's okay if life is

taking something from you. it's okay to have

deep and fatal loss. it's okay that how

important the thing that's stolen or snatched

right out of our hands. it's okay to left

completely changed person with only the

outer layer of skin from before. it's okay to

continue to play live this way, in silence. it's

okay to unmask yourself. it's okay to let your

mind wander. it's okay not to procure the

indestructible contentment & happiness. it's

okay to have a feeling of immeasurable
 B l o o m i n g N i g h t | 163

emptiness. it's okay being Koyaanisqati ; life

out of balance. everything is okay. -Subham

Shrek Rai
 B l o o m i n g N i g h t | 164

Praveen Priyan
I am a Doctor and a kindred spirit with

passion for the arts and literature. In a

journey of self discovery and self realisation

through the same.

A love promise

If only I could be the rain

In the damp sky,

That covers those tears

When you cry.

If only I could be the wind

In those breezy days,

 B l o o m i n g N i g h t | 165

That lifts you off your feet

When you are in joy.

If only I could be the sun

During the sunny times,

That could help me brighten

the path that you walk.

If only I could be the stars

That illuminates the darkness,

When you are a desolate and alone,

Lonely that you are.

If only I could be the person that

You lean on in your life

Knowing that I will be there

In joy as well as sorrow.

 B l o o m i n g N i g h t | 166

Promising that

I will be there,

Forever today,

tomorrow And ever after.

 B l o o m i n g N i g h t | 167

Shivani Naidu
Shivani Naidu is that one perfect person to
be your favourite 'hello!' you'll find her
doing crazy things with her one l'ill creative
Cerebrum. She's invariably in love with
exploring her idiomatic writing skills and
her art of writing is to make you feel
connected with each word of her story.

*She understands…* -

A Story by Shivani Naidu It’s been a while

now, watching those clouds drifting through
the blues, chirping birds flipflopping as their
shadows fall on the ground, a sipper by my
side and this amazing book is perfect for
such a radiant day. After I glared at the sky
satisfying myself with the vibe, I turned up
the page to continue reading when I hear a
voice calling out for me, ‘Arshiya… will you
go and get a pack of curd from the grocery
store?’. I heard my mother shouting from the
kitchen as she was preparing for our dinner.
‘Oh mother! Ask brother to bring it for
you…’ I exclaimed shouting back from the
 B l o o m i n g N i g h t | 168

balcony and continued reading. No sooner

did I managed to get back my attention in
the book my brother made a stupid excuse to
pass on the work to me, I rolled my eyes
with disappointment and quickly returned
back from the store. On entering the house, I
heard my cell phone ringing ‘Urgh! I’m
going to kill this person whoever is calling
right now, can’t I spend a happy day in
solitude, how lovely was I feeling few
minutes back’ I murmured out as I stretched
my arms to grab my phone from the table
near the fish pot. For the next half an hour I
was stuck on the corner sofa to listen out to
Arnab, our Project Head explaining us about
the clients demands to plan out for some
problem- solving techniques on a conference
face time. I Arshiya Roy am an assistant
project manager working for an outsourcing
company most probably dealing with
customer problems and methods to bring out
satisfactory solutions, but what about my
problems? Doesn’t this sound unfair if I can’t
deal with my own problems but find out
solutions for others? This is how it works, I
get paid for it, so why not? I wish somebody
pays me for my life solutions too. “Oh!
 B l o o m i n g N i g h t | 169

Arnab now stop it!” I screamed in my mind

as I scrolled feeds on my Instagram just to
disappoint myself watching people having
fun with their lives. I slammed my laptop
down and stared at the wall which had a
silly artwork hanging on it which read “LIVE
YOUR DREAMS” I call it silly because that
meant nothing as I thought while creating
that piece for inspiration ‘What are you
doing Arshiya?’ Is this the life you wanted?
A voice inside me banged through my veins
making me uncomfortable for a moment

The very next thing that I did was packed

my bags and got out of the house knowing
that I was ready for a rollercoaster ride of
experience for the next couple of days. There
was never a plan in my mind all that I knew
is that plans are made to be broken sooner or
later so why not just go with the flow this
time. Sometimes all that is needed is a little
bit of guts to just walk out of the door
knowing that you belong to a stereotypical
group of people with whom you got attached
your strings with, yet you can live your life
the way you dreamt when you were just
thirteen. I knew I had a minimal amount of
 B l o o m i n g N i g h t | 170

money for my survival which has to be used

wisely at the same time I had to enjoy the
moments that I was going to create. On the
way, I had no clue of where I wanted to go
all that I knew was it has to be somewhere
away from the crowd, ever since I was a kid,
I had a protective shield around me and this
one chance is for me to get to know the
world up close to the reality. ‘ARSHIYA!
ARSHIYAA! Girl come on the dinner is
ready beta. Look at your room, why is it all
messed up? Clear the mess and come to the
dine area asap! Did you hear me?’ I jumped
up when those furious noise poked my
eardrums. ‘What? Was this a dream again? "
That evening Arshiya didn’t show up at the
dinning table but her desk had a note
“LIVING MY DREAMS!” and the only
person who could understand those three
words without any hesitation was her
MOTHER. Her mom didn’t have a clue when
Arshiya would turn up but the only thing
that she could feel was that her daughter can
be what she wants to be and the way she gets
it will be with an utmost pride. She is not
here to prove anything to their neighbors or
 B l o o m i n g N i g h t | 171

relatives or the society that once expected

from her when she was that little Arshiya.
 B l o o m i n g N i g h t | 172

Namita Dikshit
I am Namita Dikshit, currently pursuing
B.Ed, a passionate writer, writing from my
childhood cause being an introvert it was
hard to express before people but paper.

मु स्कुरा लीफजए

ये दबाव से भरी दु फनया,

ये तनाव से भरी दु फनया,

ये दु फनया ऐसी क्योों है फकससे पू छे ,

ये हमसे ही बनी है इस सच को कैसे अपनाये ,

छोटोों ने बड़ोों से बड़ोों ने छोटोों से ,

सबने सबसे बस उम्मीद ही तो पाला,

और फिर इल्जाम का फसलफसला शु रू कर िाला,

यहााँ गु स्से मे बौखलाया हुआ है कोई,

होश खो कर कुछ भी कह दे ता है ,

और फिर उन्हीों को याद कर फकतनी दिा खु द को

कोसता है ,
 B l o o m i n g N i g h t | 173

यहााँ ररश्ते चों द फमनटोों मे टू ट जाते हैं ,

और बस गलफतयााँ याद रह जाते हैं ,

ना जाने इतनी निरत कहााँ से आई,

इसने हर फकसी को खू ब सताई,

प्यार अब बस कहाफनयोों मे रह सा गया है ,

ये दु फनया क्योों ना जाने ऐसा बन गया है ,

सब अपने फहस्से की गलती मान लीफजए,

मान अफभमान के चक्कर मे कहीों फकसी अपने को ना

खो दीफजये ,

और हााँ छोटी सी तो फज़ों दगी है जरा खु ल कर मु स्कुरा

लीफजए ।

हम अकेले बै ठे रहे ,

राह चलते लोगोों को दे खते रहे ,

सु बह से शाम और शाम से रात हो गई,

कभी ये आाँ खें गीली हुई और फबन पोछे सु खती गई,

उस फदन कुछ सोच नही रहे थे हम,

 B l o o m i n g N i g h t | 174

बस जो जै सा था उसे वै सा दे ख रहे थे हम,

फज़ों दगी के बहुत से उलझनोों का हल यही है ,

हर बार कोई गलत तो कोई सही नही है

, मन थोड़ा दु खी था हमारा पर ये भी सच है की इन
दु खोों की कोई वजह नही है ,

जो जै सा है उसे वै सा ही अपना लीफजए,

छोटी सी तो फज़ों दगी है जनाब जरा खु ल कर मु स्कुरा

लीफजए ।.
 B l o o m i n g N i g h t | 175

Hiba Lakshmi Mohan

Hiba Lakshmi Mohan is from Kerala and a
lecturer by profession. Though she found her
way around words a long time ago, she only
started publishing recently. She believes
butterfly is her spirit animal and is an ardent
bookworm. Believes profound impact of
spirituality and loves mysteries. A mom of
two, she dreams of becoming an
independent author someday.

ME

It's so funny, coming to think of it.

When you said I'm not what you knew,

rather just the opposite.

How did you assume you know me?

Did you piece a picture of me, from what

you chose to learn?

Or did you just deduce an image of what you

wanted from me?
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You said I'm a whirlwind, dressed as a

breeze.

A perfume with a fragrance that's more than

just a tease.

What you never stopped to realize

Is that I don't fit in a box, packaged with

instructions

. I am more than what you figured out

I will always stand out.

There were times when I doubted my

authenticity

I was apprehensive about my singularity.

Time has been a great teacher, helped me

fathom my capacity

Taught me I should never surrender my

uniqueness

I contain the energy of the universe, just

waiting to be harnessed.

Do not be fooled by perceptions, I am a

goddess
 B l o o m i n g N i g h t | 177

Just maybe not the kind you've been

promised.

I'm light and darkness, thunder and

sunshine

I can create and destroy, I sustain and give

pain

I've been through the fires of hell

Smelted and beaten, too

I'm a wildflower, and I will grow and bloom

I'm no longer worried if there's ever going to

be room.

This world is big enough for me to be me,

and for you to be you

Let's not judge by what suits you best or

what you knew,

Open your eyes and mind and thoughts

There's more to life than what you

envisaged.
 B l o o m i n g N i g h t | 178

Mohammed Niyaz
मायानगरी मुंबई के रहने वाले मोहम्मद ननयाज़ एक
ड्रॉपआउट इुं जीननयररुंग स्टूडेंट है । शायरी की दननया -
में इनहोने अपना कदम साल २०१३ में रखा था। इनकी
कई सारी शायरी फेसब क और इुंस्टाग्राम पर काफी
मनोरुं जीत करती है । यह भववष्य में एक राइटर बनना
( चाहते है । आप इनहे फेसब कMohammed Niyaz)
और इुंस्टाग्राम (niyazsks) पर फॉलो कर सकते है ।

(हमारे दरफमयान)

एक हलकी सी झलक ने तु म्हारी काम कर फदया।

फदल का सारा अों जाम तमाम कर फदया।

रातोों को नीोंद आज कल आती नहीों।

फदन को भी तो दे खो बे चैनी तु म्हारी सताती यूाँ ही।

मैं तो ठहरा आफशक फकस्म का इों तेज़ार कैसे करू

ाँ ।

अपने अनकहे जज़्बातोों का इज़हार कैसे करू

ाँ ।

साथ तु म्हारा मे रे साथ को अब चाफहए।

 B l o o m i n g N i g h t | 179

यूाँ छु प कब तक रहे कुछ तो कफहये ।

सामना करो इस तन्हाई में जी कर क्या िायदा।

दो फदलोों के सवालोों का िैसला हो अये न्दा।

यह मु लाक़ात हमारी यूाँ ऐते बार कब तक करें गी।

तु म्हारे मु क़म्मल होने का इकरार शायद ही तब तक

करें गी।

इस कहानी में आख्शखर क्योों है दू ररयाों ।

क्या वजह है बीच ।"हमारे दरफमयान"

 B l o o m i n g N i g h t | 180

Akash Soni
अकाश एक अों तमुद खी इों सान है जो राफनयााँ , हररयाणा से
है | फलखना उसका शौक है | उसकी ज़्यादातर रचनाएाँ
प्रे म और जीवन से सों बोंफधत होती हैं | उसकी कोफशश
हमे शा कुछ नया सीखने और अपनी कल्पनाशख्शि को
बढ़ाने की रहती है | Instagram - @akashsoni10
and @lafzon_ka_khell

ते रे साथ बीता हर पल

दो पररों दो को जब फकसी ने पत्थर मार उड़ाया है ,

ते रे साथ बीता हर पल लौट के वाफपस आया है |

ते रे बाद हर मौसम के बे रों ग नज़ारे दे खे हैं - ,

रातोों में अों बर से मैं ने टू टते तारे दे खे हैं ,

बागोों की ख़ु शबू ने जब भी सााँ सोों को महकाया है ,

ते रे साथ बीता हर पल लौट के वाफपस आया है |

तस्वीर है ते री दे खी मैं ने पतझड़ में बहारोों में ,

सावन में बरसती हुई बाररश की बौछारोों में ,

मों द हवा ने जब भी मे री गालोों को सहलाया है ,

 B l o o m i n g N i g h t | 181

ते रे साथ बीता हर पल लौट के वाफपस आया है |

रहती होगी वो अब तो ना जाने फकन गफलयोों में ,

शायद पवद त झरनोों में या िूलोों की कफलयोों में ,

बार बार ख़ु द को बहलाकर जब भी-तु झे भु लाया है ,

ते रे साथ बीता हर पल लौट के वाफपस आया है |

 B l o o m i n g N i g h t | 182

Jyotsana Purty
I am Jyotsana Purty currently studying
M.sc.in Dietetic and Nutrition.I love to
express my feelings by writting.

ते री यादोों का का कफ़न

ते री यादोों को अपने जहे न में दिन कर फदया है

अपनी फससफकयाों को अपनी मु स्कुराहटोों से फसल फदया

है

अब बस बहुत हुआ रोना फगगड़फगड़ाना

अब खु द से मै ने भी आज यह वादा कर फलया है

एक कतरा न बहाऊोंगी आों सू का उसके फलए

फजसने मे रे जीते जी मु झे किन कर फदया है

तु झे बे शफतद या मोहब्बत की थी हमने

और बे वकूिी दे खो हमारी!

ते री हर शतद को फबना सोचे समझे पू रा फकया हमने

बहुत हुआ प्यार में अब मानना मनाना

 B l o o m i n g N i g h t | 183

अब अपनी शतों पर जीना सीख फलया है हमने

तु म वो फदखावा थे जो कभी फदखे ही नही

तु म छलावा थे जो दो पल भी साथ कभी चले ही नही

फदखते भी तो कैसे अक्सर फदखावा और छलावा बहुत

खू बसू रत होता है

बहुत हुआ अब फदखावोों और छलावोों पर भरोसा करना

अब सच को महसू स करना सीख फलया है हमने

यादें भु लाए नहीों भू लती है इसफलए यादोों को याद करना

छोड़ फदया है हमने

जो जै सा है वै सा रहने दें गे

तु झे फबन भु लाए तु झे याद रखें गे

यादोों को ते री जहन में दफ्न कर के

एक नई उम्मीद के साथ फनरों तर आगे बढ़ें गे ।

 B l o o m i n g N i g h t | 184

Eche Esther
Esther is a girl of passion, she loves writing
and reading, she also loves expressing her
emotions In words. She enjoys helping
people and also listening to their stories.

GUILTY

You made me feel things that you didn’t feel.

You made me crave for sin with you that

wasn’t worth you.

You made me do things for you that

shouldn’t be done.

You made me feel guilty for your mistakes.

After all I was just an experiment.

I gave all I could give to you.

I fought all battles I could conquer for you.

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I shed tears when not needed for you.

You made fall in love when I shouldn’t.

You made me leave all good things behind

for you.

When I received nothing good from you.

You broke me.

You abandoned me.

I gained nothing but sadness.

I was just one of those girls used for your

pleasure.

You stood there and watched me fade.

With no sign of remorse.

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Durga Balamadhavan
Durga Balamadhavan is a self-built writer &

a 17 years old girl who has a kindling fire to

achieve. She's a co-author of 40+ anthologies

3 world record anthologies till date &

compiling her on going anthologies " The

next billionaire" & "The Thirst to Travel".

You can DM her in insta page

@quotescumarts to get success & love quotes,

poetry at a reasonable charge. Her soul finds

happiness in Music, Dance, Creative Writing,

Drawing & Painting...

Night - My Consoler of Worries

Millions of thoughts revolving in my mind.

Never know how to stop them at once.

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At times, deeply pondering over my future

goals.

At times, thinking of a person who left me

without any clues.

Immensely lost in the serene night.

Just holding my pillow tight.

When I literally dunno what to do next,

I don't control my stress rather I express

them by tears.

Some nights are pleasing while some nights

are scaring.

What do these nights try to convey us?

I still find some solace in those silent

embracing nights.

For it gives every solution to my problems

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Silviu Zuaiter
Silviu Zuaiter was born in Bacău, Romania,
on 25 April 1999. He studied film and
television at Falmouth University in UK, and
is currently residing in London, working as a
digital artist and 2D animator. “The word is
the invoker of the soul - the blessing
incantation which unleashed from vigilant
grasp becomes imprecation, a merciless
tragedy.”

Unpromised Land

The skies rest still and heavy

By wind’s will, deluging us all

And I wait to be swollen already,

Transposed above to then fall Like rain,

post heaven rhapsodies,

As ecstatic in adrenaline’s rush

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As to shed exhilarated rainbows

Until they’ve tasted the world

Within gravity’s inuring pull, then crash

To be sucked in by the dirt.

I’m blinded by the light of God,

Leaving me expectant

For the core breaking call For me to be

reborn

Like rain I want to fall

Again, and again, and again, and again,

In love with her, in love with the world,

Crashing hard like lightning into dirt

Swallowing and being swollen by the earth

Then reach heaven and already know

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My heaven is below.
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Prajakta Ashok Chaudhari

Prajakta Chaudhari. Currently pursuing a

degree in Japanese (BA). She has her own

Origami YouTube channel(Prajakta's

creations) She is a National Kho Kho player

and also a district-level Ropamallkhamb

player. She loves doing multitasking -

multitasking is an art that turns you into a

superwoman.

Me as in my night-blooming flower

You may have heard the name Prajakta or

Parijatak. It's very beautiful and fragrant

flower. This flower is called Night Jasmine.

Because this flower blooms at night, and we

can see these flowers felt surrounding the

tree. It has a great history in mythology.
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According to this myth, Princess Parijataka

was in love with the Sun. Her love remained

unrequited. Heartbroken, she committed

suicide and from her ashes rose the Parijat

tree. Since she is unable to bear the sight of

her love during the day, she blooms only at

night, and sheds the flowers as tears, before

the sun rises. As per my name resides I felt I

am likely the same way. I get to know this

later on. I can find myself doing a lot of

things during the night like what else I had

to do during the day. I plan everything at

night And try to implement it in a whole

week. I felt like my nature is the same as my

name. It brings hope for a new life. Solve

most of my questions at bedtime. These

nights bring creativity to mind and gives me

an idea of how I can accomplish that in the

days to come. It's overwhelming by
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whatever I want to do for my progress.

People consider the night to be a nightmare

for the enemy. It's said that night shouldn't

be a time for good work but for me, night-

time is very peaceful and inspiring. I look at

the twinkling stars and enjoy their company.

So I sleep in the days and live for the nights.

I always feel delightful and peaceful like a

moon. Some words wrote from Prajakta to

Prajakta She came with the wind, Flash her

half-smile, Shine like the bright moon in

darkness, And Went with the flow to reach

her destiny. I think it's right to use this as a

moment to do inspiring things. At night it

feels happy and comfortable. As I run the

Origami YouTube channel I get a lot of ideas

in this regard as well as inspiration to think

with foresight. At the same time, the nights

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bring ideas that perfectly match reality. How

expected things can relate to the present.
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M.CATHRIN JENIPHER
She is a bachelor in English Literature and

currently pursuing M.Sc E -Learning

Technology and doing some content for you

tube channels.she is also a story lover in both

writing and reading .

Love between Roses and chocolates

Love is a feel which knocks in everyone's

life.The same happened in Riya's

life.Once,there lived a girl named Riya who

is 18years old.She stayed with his father,John

in an Island.She is a girl who is well talented

and earns by baking chocolates and cakes

everyday.One day there arrived a handsome

guy named Charles who is around 21
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years.Riya on seeing charles ,fell in secret

love with him.Charles also felt some secret

love within him towards her.As days passed

by Charles,a owner of flower garden,came to

Riya with a boquet of roses and proposed

Riya ,and also requested her to give her

reply on the full moon day which is yet to

come on within two days.Riya also felt a

special love over him and decided to accept

his proposal.Thus,the full moon day

arrived,Riya in the midst of forest holding

charles hands accepted his proposal and

presented him a hamper of

chocolates.Charles holding Riya's cheeks

,seeing the full moon promised Riya that he

will take care of her throughout his whole

life.As days passed by Charles met Riya's

father and made a Marriage proposal for

marrying his daughter.Thus,Riya's father on
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seeing his bravery and love towards her

daughter ,accepted his proposal and agreed

to take up his daughter as his wife.Hence,on

the next full moon day charles and Riya was

happily got married.Charles took Riya in a

chariot as beautiful as Queen and introduced

everyone her as his wife.Thus,Charles and

Riya proved their true love withba bouquet

of roses and hamper of chocolates and stood

sweet as chocolates and beautiful as roses

throughout the whole life.

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Tanya Elizabeth
Tanya is a budding writer and an aspiring

blogger. She is a law student at Christ

University, Bangalore. She has taken part in

many anthologies and always tries to pen

down the best letters out of her each time.

Love Untold

The words in her heart

That were kept for him

Sparkled like the twilight star

With each beat of her heart

As he came closer to her

And even more when

The cool breeze brushed his hair.

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For a moment she stood still

With a heart that sang nervously

The words she saved to express,

Watching his curls twirling in the wind

And believing her eyes that showed her

An exact clone of Adonis.

From a world of fantasy

Where it rained love and smelled love,

She came back to a world of common man,

Ready to express the emotions and words

She imprisoned all these years within her,

But it never escaped her heart.

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Romi Saheb
"कमो को नही कमो के फल को बाुंधना चाहता हूूँ, उस

वासदे व कृष्ण की तरह मैं जीवन बबताना चाहता हूूँ"

कलाकार है साहे ब Actor और Singer भी

*नक्षत्र*

दु फनया मे फकस्मत बदलने में ,

सबसे खास माने जाते है है नक्षत्र,

ये तारोों के समू ह फजन्हें अलग अलग फचत्रोों में बाों ट कर

दे खा जाता है ,

पर मु झमे जो दीवानगी है ते रे फलए,

मैं नक्षत्रोों में भी ते रा ही चे हरा बनाता हाँ ,

वो ते रा नू रानी चे हरा जै से आसमान के अों फधयारे में

उजाला करता है ,
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अिवाह लगती है वो बाते जो कहती थी चााँ द को चमक

सू रज दे ता है ,

पर मु झे लगता है असल मे ये फज़मा कुदरत ने ते रे चे हरे

को दे रखा है ,

चााँ द ही नही सू रज भी उससे ही उजाला पाता है ,

शायद इसफलए उससे नजरे फमलाना फकसी के बस की

नही,

ते रे चे हरे से बना नक्षत्र मे री फकस्मत फलखता है ,

इसफलए मे रे नसीब में तू है ।

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Poonam Raut
Co-Author Poonam Raut is a good writer

from Seraikella-kharsawan, Jharkhand. She

has completed her graduation in Arts

stream.. She loves to draw sketches, painting

and reading novels. She has been writing

poetry, story for 5 years as her passion. She

wants to be a successful writer in future. You

can be in touch eith her via Instagram id -

@poonam_raut_with_creative_pen Email id -

raut.poonam258@gmail.com

Working on yourself

When you say you're working on yourself.

What do you mean? Because if it's

continuing the same routine that you've had

for years in hope that you'll find what you're
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looking for within - then you're doing it all

wrong. If you're working on yourself then

truly work on yourself. Start a journel. Begin

saying "no" to things you don't want to do

and make more time for things that you do.

And if you don't know what you want, then

do a brainstorm. Start cooking fresh meals

and make effort to grab a coffee with your

friend, and call your mother to have that

difficult conversation that you've been

putting off for so long.

Do some trauma work. Focus on ways to

ease your anxiety. Go on walks. Listen to

health and positivity podcasts. Watch

comedy skits. Read self-help books and

romantic novels, Or thriller , Or none at all if

books aren't your thing. But the point is - Be

in motion. It's not enough to continue the

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same routine that you've had for the last few

years.

Because working on yourself requires efforts.

It requires change. It requires you to step out

of your comfort zone and try new things. It

requires you to talk about the difficult stuff,

the scary stuff, the painful and heartbreaking

stuff. Because if you want to grow then you

truly need to work on yourself and for that -

you need to do something, anything, rather

than nothing at all.

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Tushara
Hi, I'm TUSHARA A fledling writer ,who got

nothing more than dreaming. My hobbies:

Reading,Listening music, annoying people.

My Aim: To be at peace. My age: 17 Why

writing? Because it can make feel how you

wanted others to make you feel.

//Come home//

Run , run away too far too fast, caught cold

by the dark, Seeking for breath in unknown

sky,

Under the same sun with no shine.

Run, run away too far too fast,

Cry loud in the void,

Who cares if you puke out your heart,

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The broken will no longer make a show.

Run, run away too far, too fast,

Beg for life in the love,

I know you will find a day,

And I will welcome you home.

Run , run way not too far ,

There is always this soul waiting ,

In here, to hug the scarred heart,

To collect all the colours you cry out. -

Tushara.
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Ashish Madan Kale

Ashish is an entrepreneur by profession and

has a small startup. He is a Civil Engineer

and have started writing blogs and also tried

poetry. He has a blog on wordpress on

which he shares his perspective on various

topics. You can visit his blog on this address

- proxywords.wordpress.com. He has his

poems published in two anthologies before.

Blooming Nights

The night

A period from sunset to sunrise

Everything seems light

The day ends welcoming the night Skies!

The black roads

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With headlights and street lights along the

pathway.

The radium codes

Reflecting the light and directing our way.

All the people

Returning to their homes in this dark night

The baby birds’ little

Waiting for the food and their mother return

to their nest

The rural part

Seems to have slept early with all the hard

work

While the urban part

Busy in partying and clubbing all the night

and twerk
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Many visiting dreams

While some are awake with their mind that

screams

Those dreaming are living the nights

Those awake are counting the minutes and

hours

Not all nights are dark

With darkness and negativity all over the

night

The beautiful nights are bright and make

their mark

As the moon and silver sparkling stars on

the black canvas smite!

Talk to the moon

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And don’t blame the night for all the

darkness.

The thing you should adapt soon

Is to find light amidst all the blackness!

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Mudra Upadhyay
After struggling for awhile, she finally

discovered herself. She found self love, a

little bit of confidence, and most importantly

her pretty smile. Now she spends her time

dancing on her feet or with words from her

pen. Strongly supporting Newton's law, she

believes in karma. The world through her

eyes always seems different, so do give it a

try.

A Year To Comfort

It's been a year since that incident, it's been a

year since I felt that anxious, it's been a year

since I cried tears of woe, it's been a year

since my mum felt heartbroken, it's been a

year since I felt like dying, it's been a year
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since I felt uncomfortable, it's been a year

since others felt like this was just a small

matter, it's been a year. This is not a happy

tale, but that doesn't mean it didn't end well,

because it did, for me. I had been getting

signals that I was in something toxic, but

being me, loving them, I ignored the

warnings, those bright red flashy warnings.

Anything can be toxic if you hold onto it

more than you have to, sometimes letting a

rope go would hurt less than holding onto it

and making your hands bleed. But here I was

painting my hand red, willingly, for a

friendship. A friendship where I couldn't

smile, cry, speak what I felt or could do

anything that I want to, and all because I had

held onto memories, which were still a

golden time, where we laughed, we cried, we

shared our thoughts and where I didn't feel
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suffocation breathing in the air same as them

like I did now. I thought we all would just let

go of each other, quietly, only keeping our

happy memories intact, but as it turned out

God had different plans. One day I was told

they hated me, for no reason, but just

because I was me. I broke down. I could feel

my heart writhing in pain, my insides

twisting and gnawing, then I realised I

should have let the rope go. As if this wasn't

enough, I was singled out, pointed fingers at,

talked about, laughed about, made fun of.

Slowly I diminished, I was losing myself,

walking around on eggshells, not really

being sure of what to say, what to do, always

feeling anxious, feeling like something was

wrong with me. And when one day I

couldn't take it anymore, to keep it all inside

of me, melted into tears, and that's when my
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mum found out all about it as I cried away.

She felt so angry yet powerless. No mother

could ever digest the fact that her only child

thought that dying was easier than surviving

the next day. She started asking, "Was it

really my fault or theirs? I lost people who

didn't love me, but they lost a person who

really did love them, cared for them,

cherished them. So it was their loss, not

mine. And that I deserved better." Slowly,

but steadily I came out of the pit I had fallen

in. I looked around and found people that

took my side, who trusted me, who loved me

for who I am, accepted me flaws and all, and

made me feel happy, something I hadn't felt

in a really long time. I found myself

laughing, crying, sharing my thoughts freely,

breathing joy and being me with these

people. I found myself loving myself again.
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Making golden memories that would last,

again. Feeling precious again. And this time,

I really found people worth holding onto, as

we grow together, we stumble together, and

as we lean on eachother when things get

tough. I can confidently say that I found my

comfort.
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Anushka Shinde
Anushka Shinde, one of the co-authors of
this book is a freshly 'adulting' adult. This
aesthete has a truly guilty conscience. She
lives in Indore, MP; did her schooling from
St. Raphael's School and might be currently
reminding herself that she is pursuing
engineering. The budding writer already got
her work featured on various platforms time
and again. She subtly mentions that there's
an Instagram page (@writelyours) for some
more artistry.

DANDELIONS

You are just another dandelion

still blowing in the wind.

A coin tossed in a

dry wishing well.

You are my 11:12,

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a few seconds too late.

Just another wish

that will never come true.

Yet here I stand,

under this blanket of stars,

wishing for you.

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Data Ram Dhanka

Data Ram Dhanka 'leera' is a government

senior Hindi lecture in rajasthan. He has a

teaching experience of more than 28 years.

He loves to write hindi poetry. Educational

qualifications : B.Ed, M.A in hindi and

english. Birthplace :Village - Raiyakabas,

Sikar, Rajasthan

*इों साफनयत*

इों सान बनना आसान नहीों, क्योोंफक इों साफनयत जरूरी है ।

हर इों सान के बस की बात नहीों, अलगअलग मजबू री -

है ।

मैं भी चाहता था इों सान बनना, पर अभी चाहत अधू री

है ।

इों सान और इों साफनयत के बीच कोसोों की दू री है ।।

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इों साफनयत है फजसमें , वही तो इों सान होता है ।

फबना इों साफनयत के तो हर कोई है वान होता है ।

इों सान बनने के फलए ने कीबदी में घमासान होता है । -

ने की जीती तो इों सान वरना शै तान होता है ।।

यह एक ऐसी बफगया है जो त्याग बफलदान से हरी होती

है ।

वे कुछ नहीों कर पाते फजनकी इों साफनयत मरी होती है ।

यह एक ऐसा सद् गु ण है मानो स्वगद की परी होती है ।

सही मायने में इों साफनयत की मों फजल तो काों टोों से भरी
होती है ।।

जीवन सु खी बनाना है तो कष्ोों को गले लगाना होगा।

फचकनीचु पड़ी छोड़कर-, रुखासू खा भोजन खाना -

होगा।

हरदम तु मको से वा करनी, नहीों कोई बहाना होगा।

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कहे 'लीरा' इों साफनयत का बाग लगाना होगा।।

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Pankaj Thakur
( KP SHAYAR)
Pankaj Thakur I am from Jaipur Rajasthan I

have been writing from 3 years Mostly

interested in writing poems and quotes. I

like to write and discuss about the topics

related to society and common people's daily

life. I always try to spread love and respect

in one's heart through my write-ups. For

more information and many more shayaris,

quotes, poetries, visit my Instagram I'd

@parmish_ke_ankahi_baatein__

बे इोंतहा मोहब्बत

तु म्हारी पसों दीदा फकताब का

फहस्सा बन जाऊों,
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जोों तु म्हारी जु बाों को पसों द हो

वो अल्ाज़ बन जाऊों,

फजसके तु म ख्वाब दे खती होों

वो ही तु म्हारे ख्वाबोों का राजकुमार बन जाऊों ,

तु म्हारी पसों दीदा ऐप का

मैं एक िीचर बन जाऊों,

जोों तु म्हारा पसों दीदा गाना हो

उसका मैं एक नगमा बन जाऊों ,

तु म से इतनी मोहब्बत है मु झे

जोों तु म कहो मैं तु म्हारे फलए वो बन जाऊों

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Khushpreet Kaur
Khushpreet is an avid reader, creative writer

and a philomath. Her niche is bringing forth

stories with novel perspective. She never

learned to play within the lines and hence

has to offer bolder and wider spectrum of

tales. She has published few short stories on

blog.

Sane Or Insane “It ached so much, could it

be real love? But how!” I felt the little twinge

in the back of head when she strode along

his side and then refused to glance back at

her initial position, beside me. Well, the

evening was a bit of pleasant rendezvous

with both of them, especially considering the

long span of six months we were estranged

for. I asked him if he wanted to join us in the
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attempt of spending a little more time,

without the embarkment of anything else

than casual hang out. They both tagged

along perfectly well, seemed like I had

witnessed a completely new facet of his

personality even after being friends for a

year and half. It seemed they had their

chemistries perfectly blended. In only a

fraction of hours, they rode together the trail

of conversations rather smoothly. There,

came a peak point when their telepathic

connections morphed this symbiotic tête-à-

tête, into something far beyond my reach.

Even after their constant failed attempts and

considerations of sliding me along their

bandwidth of telecommunication, sitting

there I could picture myself on the other side

of this realm. The point was not far off, when

they appeared to be in a glass bubble, with
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me as a mere admiring spectator. When I

tried sneakily sliding my frowned

expression, I thought to myself this was my

usual anti-social streak of chromosomes

kicking in to fulfill their obligation. I tried to

maneuver my disinterest and unexplained

emotions as the alleged quirks of

menstruation, cranky and aching, to

dissuade them from having the cloud of guilt

for leaving out circle them over and over. I

succeeded, and all the while, I shifted my

attention towards; ways to get out of this

binding socialization, a skill I had failed to

acquire after all these years of seeking

pleasure in tranquility and being a master of

isolation.
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Jadyn Fernandes
A person who loves to express through

words.

SEEKING.

Most of us never seek,

Grand gestures from loved ones.

What we seek is so simple,

Maybe a smile alone at once .

Seeking a loving heart,’

Had never been an easy affair.

For its often like a cart,

That's to be handled with care.

Little do we know,
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Of magic preserved in snowfalls.

Yet we so often,

Don't try seeking them for once.

And hence we build,

Unbreakable imaginary walls.

So let's learn to loosen ourself,

Our hearts being ready to seek and accept.

For maybe seeking might not always help,

Yet someday our flaws shall surely be

accepted as well.

Jadyn Fernandes
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Priyanka J

I'm Priyanka J, completed my graduation.

Can easily mingle with others but too

introvert to share my feelings or opinion. So

that feelings make me to penned down. It

just became my hobby and later it convert

into my passion. I feel like "trust yourself

and move forward there you will find a

treasure for your hard work."

Darkness to Blooming night

The world starts gossiping

seeing the sun losing its allure

that I pulled myself from the thoughts

to grasp some air between

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the chores of grunts from heart

a shiver ran through spine

seeing the street lights turning on

by welcoming my loneliness

in the world of everyone beside me

that I drowned in the puddle of agony

making companion as darkness

with no much difference between us

like no one to ease my pain

like no one to cooe me

where street lights became drowsy

when the moon showing its charm

sucking all the pain from me

with the companion of twinkling stars

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that the smile crept on my lips

tears rolling down

cool breeze caressing my cheek

while soothing the pain in me

by lulling me to sleep

saying I'm not alone

as moon and stars

made the dark sky bright

like warmth fill the voids of my soul

that suddenly darkness became

a blooming night..
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Selva kuma M
Hey, I'm selva. I'm a mechanical engineering

graduated. I started writing to impress a girl

but later on I started to Express my feelings.

"We all are ignorant but one must work to

remain stupid" is my favourite quotes by

Benjamin Franklin. I'm not good with english

grammar yet I'm trying hard to learn

everyday.

Shall I compare thee to the blooming night

Shall I compare thee to the blooming night??

Thy art more lovely yet not so kind.. A

Chilly wind do whisper over my ears, A

rough wind do push me back.. Sometimes

the moon shines lovingly, often I watch the

moon so closely.. As long as the dark clouds
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showed their ways.. But thy eternal lovely

nights ever evade.. Nothing can contrast to

the beauty of the fair thou ow'st.. That the

stars shines all over the dark sky with moon,

It seems to be an everlasting night..

surprisingly, A cute little bird was humming,

carelessly sitting on the tree with love..

Seeing the beauty of Moon-light.. All over

the dark sky.. That nature enlace

rhythmically with chirping bird, Where the

Wind started blowing its love.. Like an

enchanted voice.. Encaging the memories..

Seeing the blooming night, That a hope

created in me.. Like enchanting the love..

Enhancing ourself together.. Forever and

ever..
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Aathira Nair
Aathira Nair is a young aspirant and writer

from Ahmedabad. She is a student in final

year of graduation. She has versatile

personality who wants to explore each and

every field in existence. She loves adapting

new cultures and learn something new from

them. She is new to this field and is very

eager to explore the world of literature.

Superstar life

What it is to be a superstar

Leaving all ur loved ones apart

Getting love from unknown

And hate thats grown like snake in hole

No peace no love no happy zones

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Only to be in a vanity and stage with flying

drone

Calls by fans and wrap up done But still to

deal with sassayenge fans

that sacres everyone but

Still a smile no tiredness No sorrow no tears

says

only need to be a happy face

That what takes to be in a starlight space

It's not that easy to be public face

That's what's to be a superstar

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Puja Dey
Hey there! My name is Puja. Just a high

school student with great ambitions and

dreams. Busy with hobbies and love to

write.. Love reading and learning new

things.

"WILL GOD CRITICIZE ME?"

They declare to see me dimly through a

broken glass of wine;

Though I stand before them boldly, trim in

rank and marking time.

If I were not allowed to be where white folks

like to eat;

And could not go to college nor live on the

same street.
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I'm being looked down due to different

religion;

Though we share the same colour of blood

and breathe the same oxygen.

If one day, we were all to die;

Will God treat me with a different eye?

If I should think that there is no God

Who loves all men the same;

If I should think God loves me not,

Could I be held to blame?

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Nihal chheepa
नामएम एस सी -नवल फशक्षा -फनहाल छीपा उपनाम-

चतु थद से मेस्टर बॉटनीमें अध्यन्नरत साफहख्शत्यक सों स्थाएों -

चे तना मध्य प्रदे श गािरवारा काव्य सररता साफहत्यफयक

सों स्था गािरवारा रे वा साफहख्शत्यक मों च कौफड़या दू रदशद न

मध्य प्रदे श के काव्याों जफल में काव्यपाठ मु िा मै गज़ीन

फदल्ली, फवजय दपद ण टाइम्स नई फदल्ली राजनै फतक

क्ाों फत भोपाल, दै फनक भास्कर आफद पत्र पफत्रकाओों में

रचनाओों तथा ले खोों का प्रकाशन होता रहता है

सब चु प है पर मै बोल रहा हाँ ।

फहय को अपने खोल रहा हाँ ।।

आओ आओ तु म भी आओ ।

बााँ ह पसारे बोल रहा हाँ ।

बााँ ह पसारे बोल रहा हाँ ।

आ जाओ मे रे फहय के प्यारे ।।

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क्यो तु म दू र हो मु झसे ।

नहीों आते तु म पास हमारे ।।

व्यथद सोच में पड़ रहा हाँ ।

मन मारे मैं बोल रहा हाँ ।।

आओ आओ तु म भी आओ ।

बााँ ह पसारे बोल रहा हाँ ।।

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Naiyer Jamal
Naiyer Jamal is 65 year old man, as writer

when he had written his first poetry in his

childhood that time he was not having

support and facility to publish it , now he is

starting again his passion with his first

poetry. There is no age limit for dreams.

बालक मन की व्यथा)

एक फदवस मैं चला, घू मने के फलए,

राह से दो-तीन साफथयोों के फलए,

की रही न याद ,चला बातोों का फसलफसला,

फमली खु फशयाों ही खु फशयाों , रही न कोई फगला,

दे र हुई थोड़ी मगर ,आनों द ही आनों द फमला,

घर आया तो खड़ा था मु ख्शश्लोों का फकला,

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मााँ बोली अभी तक थे कहााँ पर,

फपता जी बोले ,थे जहााँ जाओ अब वहीों पर,

मैं मौन खड़ा सु न रहा था,

वज्र इन्द्रदे व का मे रे ऊपर फगर रहा था,

सन 1968 के उस फदन मे रा वास्तफवकता से पररचय हो

रहा था,

जो थी कुछ पल की खु शी उसका मायू सी से फमलन हो

रहा था
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Prem singh
A hopeless romantic poet who talks less and

writes more.

INSOMNIAC ME

The Sleepless nights;

Are waves of serotonin tide,

Change sides on bed;

Insomnia knocks the door of my head,

With night mode my phone is on my hand;

Scrolling aimlessly and leaving things

unread,

There is this emptiness;

Which I never want to experience,

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At anytime devil be coming;

To leave me at my stunning.
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Esha Ganguly
Here's Esha— charming, imaginative and

energetic. She's from Kolkata. She is an avid

reader and a bookworm. With an artistic

soul, she's also a music enthusiast. This

18year old loves good food and the sea.

Cultivating human emotions through her

writing is her passion. Esha wishes to touch

hearts, write profusely and live on through

her work for generations.

*The Unrequited Chords*

She was falling through the icy waters. She

had lost all will to chase the surface but had

enough left to grab onto the warm hand,

reaching for her. Her ears were pounded by

the cheering and the drummer playing his
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set with all his might. The sound of the

electric guitar felt like a sharp sting. There

was talent– true. Composition, good– yes.

The words relevant and original. But it

lacked passion. The symphony was very

calculated. The lyrics of freedom weren't

flowing through the lead's voice as if he felt

liberated to get the words out. The rhythm

and notes, too careful— they weren't

spontaneous. She felt the waves of sorrow

build inside her— and stop! Nothing. Her

eyes were surprisingly dry compared to the

haywire that was her heart. She felt like

wrenching the organ out of her body and

screaming until all became numb. The void

was almost like a physical discomfort to her

and even the surrounding chaos didn't

overpower it. "It all boils down to this

moment", she iterated. Years of
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perseverance, dedication and toil. It can't go

in vain! Her fingers fisted around the hard

binding of the diary as the sound of the

metallic crash rang in her mind. She did not

need the diary but it was her constant

companion whenever she laid her hands on

the black and white keys. It gave her the

much needed solace of a comforting hand on

her back. She won't need to look at it

though— the notes were a part of her

existence now. At other times she would be

itching to take her seat in front of the giant

three legged beast, however now, she felt

scared. Not because she might fail but for —

what if she should succeed. He won't be a

part of all the rejoicing and great things that

will follow. Rome! What beautiful dreams

they had embroidered together!

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Swapna Swagatika Mishra

Swapna Swagatika Mishra is an amateur

writer, residing in Jharsuguda, Odisha. She

started writing since 2014. Swapna believes

that writing can heal every wound and

nourish every soul and that's why she chose

to write. She loves to write quotes, poems

and stories of different genres. You can

contact her via Instagram

@_.swapna_writes._ or email her at

swapnaswagatikamishra@gmail.com

- The toffee and the lunch box

Monday mornings are something which

make us realise the reason of our existence,

for this is the time we put on our shoes to

finally go to work after a lazy weekend. And
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for Tripti, it was nothing different. Probably,

she never wanted it to be different. "Chalti

ka naam zindagi" was all what she lived for.

The clock was ticking and she was already

getting late for her college, and this was

enough to run for the bus-stop. Luckily, the

bus hadn't left but Tripti failed to get a seat

unlike every other day. Had there been

Ramesh Kaka, she would not have covered

the entire 10 kilometres holding that grab

handle.

Ramesh Kaka, that's what Tripti called him,

was the bus conductor who grew fond of her

since she started her college. Kaka never

forgot to reserve a seat for Tripti and in

return, she cooked him 'aloo ke parathe',

packed in a steel lunch box. For Tripti, this

was no more a habit, this had rather become
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a ritual. Every morning, she packed some

'parathe' in a tiny tiffin box, which Ramesh

Kaka returned every evening with a toffee.

But one evening, she was bemused to receive

that same tiffin box from another man. She

opened it. This time, tiffin contained no

toffee. Tripti asked him about Ramesh Kaka

to which he replied- "Ramesh Saab was

admitted to hospital this afternoon after he

suffered a heart attack. His condition is

critical. He requested me to return this to

you." Having said this, the man went away.

In that bus filled with passengers, Tripti

could feel a void. This was the last month of

her college, and probably, she would never

get to see him again, as she would no more

commute by bus, for she had decided to shift

to another city for her higher education.

Only those toffees and the lunch box knew
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about Ramesh's whereabouts, as those were

the only things the two exchanged.
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Jaipalbrahmani
Jaipal Brahmani is an Engineering student

who loves to write hindi poems with a hope

of positive impact on the world. Age : 20

years Birthplace : Sikar, Rajasthan

आत्महत्या

खे तोों की फमट्टी फजसे पहचानती हो

फजसके फलए हर रोज, एक नयी क्ाों फत हो

कहने को तो हैं सभी जन यहाों

पर धरा फजसे अपना सपू त मानती हो।

पााँ वोों में िटी फबवाईयााँ

हाथोों में पड़े छाले

बे फहसाब मे हनत से झुकी कमर

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चहरे की झुररद यााँ

जो बनाती हैं

उसे बे उम्र बू ढ़ा

सब प्रमाण दे ते हैं

उसकी मजबू ती का

उसके साहस का

और उसकी कठोरता का

अगर और पू छना है तो

पू छो तु म सू रज की बरसाती आग से

पू छो तु म लू के थपे ड़ोों से

पू छो तु म उस शीत लहर से

पू छो तु म बे मौसम बाररश से

ये सभी दें गे प्रमाण उसकी

मजबू ती का जोरोों से ।
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वो कहते हैं , फिक् ना कर

हैं ते रे फलए योजनाएों हजार

हााँ हैं हज़ारोों योजनाएों कहने को

पर है कुछ उन योजनाओों के पीछे की योजना

जो फसिद लाएगी तु म्हारे फलये बहार।

करते होोंगे वो प्रणाम धरती को

पर स्पशद से जो धरती को धन्य करता

करते होोंगे लोग सू रज के दशद न

पर सू रज फजसके दशद न करता

उठते होोंगे लोग भू खे पे ट

वह जो अक्सर भू खा सोया करता

वह जो खु द की फिक् छोड़

पहले दे श का पे ट भरता

जो फजों दगी भर फकसी से ना हारा

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अों त में फजों दगी से हार,

मरता उसका आत्महत्या करना

मानवता की आत्महत्या है l
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Priya Pandey
Hello everyone, This is Priya Pandey here

and I am from Mumbai, Maharashtra, India.

Writing is not only my hobby but also it is

something that I'm very much passionate

about. I really don't need to be in a specific

mood to write, I just simply pick up my pen

and diary and I pen my heart out. Writing is

a part of my life. It is something that helps in

communicating better and I feel

overwhelmed when my words make

someone smile and that's where my

happiness and love for writing resides

"It was the best night with you"

It was a breezy night,

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The stars were twinkling and shining bright,

Lying down together on the cool grass,

Watching the sky and star gazing together,

Talking literally about anything together,

Looking into each other's eyes,

We happened to smile wide,

The way you grabbed me closer,

The way you looked into my eyes,

Confessing our feelings for each other,

Our hearts beated as fast as the bullet train,

We promised to forever be there besides each

other,

It was a night that bloomed my heart with

happiness,
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It was a night where I found my comfort

and my home,

Thank you for making it a memorable night,

I Love You like my own

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Sonu katiyar
I am not a self obsessed writer rather a voice

of you. Who do encounter ups and downs,

experiences sorrow and happiness and want

to share it like anything but fears to pen it

down..i am just collection of yours all those

sweet and sour memories ..which you have

everlived simply tumhari apni diary hoon

mai ..

Coaching institute Aur hum Bhut Naam tha

institute ka ki jiska falana college of iit

acedmy me ho gya wha Ganga naha liya .

Masteron ke naam v kuch aise hi hua karte

the , jaise lgta koi subject expert ni raj Kumar

irani ke filmo ke kirdar ho ....khair.., nukadd

me baithe ek akhbaar ko aage peche milakar

kam se kam 6 log ankhe phadhe padhne
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wale bhudhijiviyon ka manna tha ki ,kissi

desh ka bhawishya Jaanna ho to uske skull

me padh rhe bachon ko dekho aur agr baat

aisi h to hme lgta h desh ki naiya majhdhar

me h .. Hmare ganit ke master ji the B

challam urf "chillam ", chillam issliye kyuki

wo ...charas ka nasa ni bus chalk ka nasa krte

the ...itna likhwate ki rough copiyon se jyda

hm ghis jate. Vamsi v padhate the pdhate

kya the bus doubt class me ana bolke apna

ullu sedha kar lete the...wo zoology wali

smapti madam ke saath aksar. Apne cabin

me kuch aise equation suljhaane ki kosis me

rhte , jisko bedard zmana aur aaj kal ke

hrami launde smz hi ni pate the ... Organic

wale teacher ka naam nirma.(washing

powder nirma) ..hamesa safed kapde hi

phnte the .Ab organic v jiske palle pdne lge

wo purus ni mahapurus hi Ho skta h issliye
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rukhi sukhi tankhwa me v .bacho ke

sankatmochan bnte bnte unke khud ka

bhudhapa sankat me aa gya tha . Botany ke

master saheb the chandra ...lekin bhut kam

class ate the , Aur jab Kavi aate to sedhe type

ke ladke ko khada kar dete the aur puchte .

"Ye btawo shadi karoge? " Ladka thoda

Sharma kar ,thoda soch kar bade garv se

bolta "Bilkul karenge master saheb , apko v

bulayenge." "Bulayenge wulayenge thk h , ye

btawo shadi ke baad kya karoge ?" Ladka

chup aur class ke baki launde taliyon aur

bench se dhhum dhhum krne lgte . Master

saheb Kahan asani se chorne wale the. Ab

biology ki class h ab sharmawoge to chutiya

hi rha jawoge . "btawo fir kya karoge shadi

ke Baad ?" Ladka fir chup aur class ke baki

launde fir Tali bjne lgte. Tavi peche wali seat

se awaz ati "ye kuch ni karega master saheb
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,aap hi bta do aapne kya kiya tha? Shadi ke

baad", Ab master saheb chup aur class ke

baki ladke Tali bjane lagte , "Kon bola be kon

bola" itna kahkar naraz hokar master saheb

chale jate,
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Vega.j
Vega. j was a small-town girl always

passionate about studies and family. She

graduated from a dental college recently

trying to explore her talents for her mere

satisfaction. she was an introvert but these

write-ups wiped out her loneliness and

trying to upgrade her life.

BLOOMING OF BROKEN HEARTS

We the broken hearts aren't lost species, Pal

of scary nights,

Enjoys a pause of our stale playlists,

Writing new lyrics to lost pieces,

Waiting for the right ones, listen to.

We are so foolish,
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To believe wholeness can be achieved

without being wrecked out.

While the unseen battles began on our

sensitivities,

Draws the stability over our lives.

On the walk to our destination to bloom,

Changes are the sole companions,

Holds our fears, flaws, and feeble strands of

lost connections,

Lightens up our miseries,

Brings warmth to our frozen feelings,

Greets the bizarre shades of our lives.

Gets a kick out of our loneliness,

Turning on a dance with enhanced self-

esteem, Heals our hearts,
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By obtaining consciousness over illusions,

Stepping out of the spellbound of our battles,

Trying to gasp over strangled knots of mazes

. -Vega.j
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Sameer Rajwansh
hi guys I am sameer rajwansh I am Sitamarhi

Bihar I am writing is hobby I am writing my

fellings what I am feeling around me and I

want to say thankyou team COT to giving

me this oppurtity to write in this anthology u

can follow me on instagram I'd is

@srajwansh

(1) Zikar Sari raat use chune se darta raha

mai bebas bechain bas karwatein badalta

raha or hath to mera hi uski hathon mein bas

baat ye hai ki zikar kisi or ka chalta raha.

(2)Mohabbat jindgi mein mohabat hi sub

kuch nhi hoti kyu ki sirf mohabat mein

kamyab hona kamyabi nhi hoti tumhe wo

kamyab bana sake aisi mohabat Krna kyu ki
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kamyabi dekh kar ki gyi mohabat mohabat

nhi hoti.

3) Nhi dekha jata Khamoshi ka apna maja hai

labz koi behra nhi dekha jata teri ankhon par

ye kajal ki girphat to thik thi ye anshuon ka

pehra nhi dekha jata or apni hisse ki

khushiyan mai loota du tujhpe tera utra hua

chehra nhi dekha jata.

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Nanditha bas
A girl with lot of dreams to fly high over the

sky.She wants to be a proud daughter.She

wants to be a first herself than second

somebody.She turned her can't into can and

dreams into plans.Creating her own

kingdom to be a princess of her world.

My town

My town is an exampler

Where the youngsters can explore

It cannot be compare

With any other thoroughfare

Turmeric and textile are our grand

Which is "yellow city's" brand

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This is God's own land

Where our loves are expand

Fondness over walking alone

In the mid of stars and moon

It stands up with a crown

With a dazzling tune

Our surroundings are bestowed

Surviving the dreams of dream road

For nightmare travel in our ERODE

Our town remembered out of decade

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Ankita Sarkar
Ankita Sarkar is a girl from Jamshedpur. She

did her graduation on Hospitality

Management and is majoring in Child

Psychology. She has published her own book

and has been a part of 7 Anthology books.

She express her feelings through words.

Loneliness

Loneliness is a world where darkness is

allowed,

It's a place of tear and depression,

Where broken heart and soul enters,

With no expectations making them

emotionless,

And a life like a jug without water,

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Loaded with a gun of sadness,

And take them apart from families and

friends
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Avanthika G
'Creating a sunshine on our own gives

pleasure which is totally inexplicable'- she

creates her sunshine through poems. Born

and brought up in Kerala, she is at present

procuring bachelor's degree in English

Honours from Delhi University. She is

keeping her dreams alive and is on the move

to grab them.

HER TALE.

Behind the rusty bars,

Forgotten by the soil and

Rotten like stale butter

She stood still-

Looking out for a cue of hope.

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Withered like a summer maple leaf,

Unaccustomed to warmth,

Pain prickling like thorns,

She gazed at the green lawns-

Looking out for help.

Mind is a graveyard

Full of corpses enfolded with agony,

Biding time for their rites to be done

And get buried!

Emptiness strangles her-

Not that she is puzzled?

Helplessness bites her-

Not that she is clueless?

Yet she stood still,

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Impuissant to take a step.

It was not a hell of a ride-

But made her a clinker!

It has ruined the paper cards castle

That she built for herself.

It made her dreamless-

Those dreams which gave her wings!

"It" made her a caged bird!

Sun, stars and sky

Saw her magnificence glow and dim.

The moon weeped.

They were the sole onlookers and

They knew her tale!

"She was a failure"-

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Folks said, as they always do.

But I know.... She was not!

Success- the real demon-

Who makes us believe,

Without him we may not live-

Ate her up!

She was never a loser

. She fought for the demon,

Who no one would ever have....

And that's Her Tale!.

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Ankusha Das
Heya!!! This is Ankusha. I'm in 12 th

standard. The intact love of mine for writing

is pleasure like for me... I love being myself...

According to me writing keeps open all the

feelings and emotions one have inside them

... The sweet words can lead to strong

pathways... So keep on writing.. I'm a

badminton player, an athlete, I love art,

travellings, beauty of nature and obviously

writing and reading every strong words

"CRYSTAL BALLS"

December it lays

The queen of whites and pace

At night falls the crystal balls

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In the day it's a glazing stare

The woods looking like draped in clouds

Kings advent with their horses

No place to rest in cabinet

Slowly the evening grows upon The crystal

balls fall pour on Silence with cold havoc

Scenario changes here! The banglows are

covered with snow Feel it on the

windowpanes Falling like the water, rain The

crystal balls mesmerize indeed Look how

beautiful it is! Touch the cold, chilling glass

on your fingertips Numbing your body

when the wind breeze Balls of the winter

songs Christmas coming each day along

Cabernet wine glass and glitters created

What else intensify the rooms? Smell of red,

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shine of golden With a snap crystal falls

Nights advertising the crystal balls.

~Ankusha~
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Naveen bhardwaj
Myself Naveen bhardwaj a programmer by

profession a lover of poetry maker and like

reading books and audiobooks and he has

telegram channel @TheNBbook insta I'd

na.vin7832

Lose myself to reading

What if I lost myself to reading;

Book are like a heroin to me;

I cannot live without it;

Book relate my life upto some extend;

I have found explanation about my life;

That I am not alone in this life;

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I have found a friend that I can share my all

thoughts;

I have found words to define observation I

had;

Making it possible to refine the world better;

Book is someone that helps us to survive;

To live better from our point of view;

I may lose some awareness around me;

But books helps me to find true meaning of

life;
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Devidas saraf
My name is Devidas Saraf. I am from Beed

district of Maharashtra. I am a priest at a

Hindu temple in Kanchipuram district of

Tamil Nadu. But due to my love of Urdu

ghazals and poems since childhood, I am

also trying to write poems myself. Earlier, 1

book of my poems has also been published.

Hope everyone will also like this poem of

mine. Instagram:-kuchh_bheege_alfaaj

महबू ब

ऐ हवा ज़रा आफहस्ता चल, यह शाम का वक़्त है ...

महबू ब मे रा इस वक़्त को ज़ु ल्फ़ साँ वारा करता है ):..

गु ज़रे जब वो गली से , ऐ फततफलयोोंतुम काला टीका कर !

दे ना ...
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बागोों में जब वो जाए तो, उसे गु लशन भी फनहारा करता

है ):..

वो बाररश का है मौसम, या कोई जादू है क़ुदरत का ...

जब हाँ स दे दे खकर तो, पतझड़ भी मौसमबहारााँ -ए-

):..करता है

बस इक शाम हुआ था दीदार उनका ...

चे हरा वो आाँ खोों में भर, फदल हर रात गु ज़ारा करता है ):..
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Ananya P Mishra
Believes in karma. Bookaholic. Want to set

an example for this era that inspires others

and me as well. Love dancing, designing and

exploring new things. Always know your

worth.

It's complicated-

Loving you was probably the best thing that

happened to me,

and losing you was the worst thing that

could ever happened to me.

But I will move on with

no false expectations and no hope

because there are certain love stories,

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that never reach their destination

and that becomes an immortal story.

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Priyanka khilwani
Her name is priyanka khilwani.She is in final

year of graduation.she wants to explore the

world.she is ambitious, fun loving,

ambivert.she loves reading books, singing,

dancing.she belives more in expressing

herself through writing rather than speaking.

Fluttering Heart

Sometimes every now and then i keep

questioning myself how some people enter

your life and they become integral part of

your life with passing of time and wohho

suddenly there is a day where even a little

change in their behaviour affects you alot

even if you dont want to react on that but

you do. sometimes all you want to do is take
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all the sorrows of theirs and to bury

them.How someone becomes so important

that even for an ounce you cant see them sad

all you want is just their happiness and

sometimes on cost of yours happiness and

peace also.How someone with whom you

dont even have any blood relations or you

have known them only for years can be so

much important to you that you start

keeping themself first instead of you.Is all

this right? why are this feelings? where are

they coming from? why only for that person?

what if the person doesnt feels same for you?

all this questions keep haunting me and i

have never ever been able to answer any of

them but little do i know that there is

something special about that person and if

something is there about your connection the

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universe will surely give you some signs and

will notify you in some or other way.
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Nabasmita Das
A kind and thoughtful girl, trying to connect

with the world around with poetry.

* If only *

I would've lost myself one more time

in the deepest catacombs of your heart,

If only, it had not left me bereaved apart

like a winter sun, deluged in gloom,

And if it had led me to my garden of

awakening, in full bloom.

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Aheli Das
Aheli loves to send postcards to the sky, she

loves hoarding onto letters. She is pursuing

her MPhil in Literature and wishes to

become a potter one day.

An Interlude

Say: we miss them. Say something

about love. Don't make a metaphor

About the colour, because it isn't actually

Spring here.

How much is too much feeling,

I ask. Today, the

Moon shines bright.

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Dont cry, today I

Tell myself.

Release yourself into the sky and feel, for a

moment.

The feeling of a promise unkept.

You see, the afternoon sunshine is very shy

here, it plays hide and

with the blue curtains, and returns home a

bit too early.

We'd have to wait till dawn to make stories.

What would I've called you?

Saudade?

The afternoon is intense: cold, long and grey.

The memories it evokes are no less vivid: the

sweet, longing
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taste that stays with me long after the

night has passed.

On such days, I do not know how to touch

this body without breaking the skin.

Let us rest in leafy dreams as I dream about

you in the distant land, still blooming.

For Saudade, a love that remains.

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Ritaja Mukherjee
Academic writer, working for national and

international news blogging company.

Looking forward to pursue research.

Afternoons are mysterious times. Pa usually

shuts himself in the study during this time

and shouts at people over video calls, though

he calls them friendly interactive sessions

with his colleagues, however the sounds that

come out of his study says otherwise. Ma on

the other hand says she is meditating deeply,

for which Raa is not supposed to enter her

bedroom and maintain pin-drop silence in

the entire premises, to such instructions Raa

pays no heed. She tried looking under the

door at times, and through that, she saw her

lying on her bed with her eyes closed and
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weird sounds shooting out of her nostrils,

thamma calls that snoring, but since little

Raa is well aware of Thamma’s deep

affections for her mother she chooses not to

trust her on this. Thamma is different, she

looks forward to her afternoon nap

throughout the day and makes massive

preparations from much ahead of time. She

along with Nita mashi goes for her lavish

nap right after lunch. Grown-ups are no fun,

and they have two tremendous bad habits

Raa noted through her half a decade-long

stay on Earth. Firstly, adults do not have any

sense of humour and secondly, they highly

underestimate kids and their power of

perceiving things. Raa was giving these great

realisations a fresh thought while chewing

on Thamma’s failed amsatta laid out in the

sun on the balcony when she noticed
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something. Clothes were hanging over her

head so that they get a good amount of

sunlight to dry up. However right at the

corner of the balcony in the dark lay a few

more pieces of clothes, ones light pink in

colour, pretty looking with cups and elastic

straps. Raa washed her hands and picked

them up, how pretty they looked. Ma always

keeps them away from her, says these are

grown-up stuff, what’s grown up in clothes?

Weird sense of secrets adults have! Raa was

well aware that these were just another

variant of underclothes that she wears, why

so hush-hush? Anyway, the teacher repeats

after every online class how important it is to

participate in household work, Raa

immediately took those out, they were dry.

So she decided to get two things done, she

helped Paa pack his bag for the trip by
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folding two of those in his laptop bag along

with his masks and kept the cute pink one

aside for another good purpose. As you can

see it's only for good purpose Raa does

whatever she does, god knows why adults

do not understand that. The kitchen needed

her assistance Raa thought, having done

with the balcony, the amsatta was all eaten

up and she could remember some Toblerone

was left in the refrigerator, but that was a

secondary purpose, the primary purpose was

getting some marvellous work done in the

kitchen that would startle all the elders. Raa

decided to start with Thamma, she keeps

telling Pipi on the phone that Ma’s cooking is

horrible and it gives her acidity. What about

making the strongest antacid possible for

thamma and giving it to her when she takes

her evening tonic after waking up? How glad
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she would be to find the ultimate cure to her

digestive problems with this miracle syrup?

Raa wondered while making the potion. She

took Thamma’s half-empty Carmoxyme

bottle from her bedside as quietly as possible

stepping carefully over the snoring Nita

mashi, then she added a bit of Paa’s diet coke

in it, what a fizz it created, quickly Raa

added a Pepfiz tablet in the potion and

tightened the cap as hard as possible. Raa

almost squealed in excitement hearing the

faint rumbles inside the bottle, the more the

bubbles the more the effect. Oh! How happy

Thamma will be! Raa also did another good

deed. While getting out of the kitchen she

found some toffees lying on the table, to

spread a smile Raa took those and after

eating two she decided to put the rest in Nita

mashi’s bag. While rummaging for Nita
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Mashi’s white box that she kept in her purse,

Raa discovered the pair of gold earrings that

thamma lost a few days ago. How good of

mashi to find them and keep them safe in her

bag. Raa thought she would return them to

Thamma in the evening and tell her about

mashi’s good deed.

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Kajal bhargav
Kajal bhargav from Lucknow Uttar Pradesh

and she's like to writing reading, Dancing.

She's want to become a professor and writer.

रात तू क्योों.....

तन्हाइयो में िूबी है फिर भी ये रोती क्योों

नही हर रात सबको सु ला कर ये रात सोती क्योों

नही पहरो में गु जरती है इसकी राते ये समझती क्योों

नही,

सब थक कर सो जाते है ये सोती क्योों नही

अों धेरे की खौि रातोों में सु नसान इलाके कर दे ती

पर चाों द की चाों दनी में ये गु म होती क्योों नही।

ये सबको अपना काला रों ग लु भाती क्योों नही।

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कोई तो बता दो ये काली रात सोती क्योों नहीों।

सदद हवाओों में फकसी का ख्याल करती क्योों नही

ये रात फकसी के ख्वाबोों में िूबती क्योों नही।

फझलफमल फसतारोों की रोशनी में चमकती क्योों नहीों

सब मोम से फपघल जाते है तू फपघलती क्योों नही।

रात तू क्योों अपने बारे में सोचती नही।

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Divyanshu Verma
Hi, I'm Divyanshu Verma from Prayagraj,

India. I've done graduation in Bachelor of

Commerce. For me, Writting is something

that gives me inner happiness. My hobby is

Singing. I love to Sing when I feel stress. I'm

passionate about photography and writing

for me is something that comes from my

Captured images. I love writing, poems,

quotations and songs.

"Mother"

Define “Mother” in one sentence:

(“The Most Powerful Symbol of The World”)

The Struggle to survive, to survive the daily

chaos.
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The chaos that leads to frustration, the

frustration that makes her find her strength

The strengths which empower her to see her

mistakes,

The mistakes she faces that allow her to see

many blessings, the

blessings which call her “MOM”. The world

who brings the struggles, the struggles of a

mother. That’s why the Mothers are “The

Most Powerful Symbol of The World”.

Though above words are written, About

Mothers, that are true.

Still no one born in this world to beat

Mother’s place, that is also true.

She helped us to see the beauty, of this world

in which we are living.
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She showed us how much happiness, can

come from the cheerful smile she giving.

Mothers faith gave us the courage, to pursue

those distant goals. That might have seemed

impossible, For less encouraged souls.

Our roots have travelled in all directions,

with no hopes of settling nearby her.

Quietly she prays for us, quietly she cries for

us.

Her tears felt from one heart to another, from

one long distance to the next.

She encouraged us to find ourselves,

she gave us our choice. Through her humble

eyes, she has made us wise

. Mother love deeply,

Mother care deeply,

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Mother inspire deeply,

Mother encourage deeply,

Mother motivate deeply,

Mother is a Wonder Woman,

And there is no person in this planet, Who is

stronger, wiser, or more dedicated than a

mother.

That’s why MOM is the reflection of WOW.

“Mother is Mother, that’s all I can say,

Mother loves you each and every day”.

“ The Most Powerful Strength of the World:

MOTHER”

(MA, MOM, MUMMY, MAMMA, MUM,

MATA)
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Riya pandey
She is Riya Pandey a resident of Lucknow

Uttar Pradesh she is persuing her b.com

from Navyug kanya mahavidyala she love

writing, her love for writing comes through

her imagination also she have her Instagram

account named- Writers_addiction1

"चाों द से मोहब्बत"

अों धेरी रात के सन्नाटे में भी हजारोों सोर है

यहाों हर तरि फबखे रे हुए खू बसू रत िूल है ।

मु स्कुराते हुए यह िूल मानो चाों द से कुछ कह रहे है

लग रहा है यह भी मोहब्बत में बह रहे है ।

अपनी चम चमाती रोशनी से चाों द ने हर फकसी को

अपना दीवाना कर फदया है

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अब तो ले हरो ने भी उसके आगे अपना सर झुका फदया

है ।

यह ठों ि हवाएों भी मानो कुछ सों देश सु ना रही है

लग रहा यह भी अभी चाों द से ही फमलकर आ रही है ।

इस खू बसू रत चाों द ने अपनी खू बसू रती से पू रे शहर को

अपना दीवाना कर फदया है

लग रहा आज सबका फदल तोड़ने का ही इसने मन बना

फलया है ।

ये कैसी एक तरिा मोहब्बत की िोर है

इस अों धेरी रात के सन्नाटे मैं भी हजारोों सोर है ।।

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Mahalakshme
She is a optimistic girl who is currently

pursuing her bachelor's degree in

English.Also she loves writing her heart out

and is madly in love with English language.

She loves expressing her emotions through

her poems and currently trying hard to

change her passion into profession.

UNFULFILLMENT

Unfulfilment

Get a bag of this

Further again,

Smilin' to show off my gums,

Once again,
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Let's hope the ashes.

will be caught by the breeze.

The dip of the taste

Is now

unfulfilled.

There we go again,

the peak of the chute,

and I’m confiding everyone

once more

Even though we're exposed

To all rearings in the world

We'll always be

That tomorrow

I will be
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unfulfilled.
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Manas Doshi

Manas Doshi (b.2008) has lived from birth in

the never stopping city of Mumbai. He is a

school student passionate about reading and

writing. His poems put a lasting impact on

the reader as it is mostly focused on enjoying

the little things. He likes writing more

descriptive mostly of the beauty around

among the polluted of Mumbai. He is an

aspiring writer looking to add some

achievements to his collection.

A Night With The Night

Blooming nights that say,

Stories of legacy,

Secrets of the past,

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Infiltrators of modern delicacy.

Nights that speak,

Nights that talk,

A faithful companion,

Throughout the dark walk.

Just calmly look at it,

How its silence is deafening,

Just keenly observe it,

How its knowledge is flowing.

It is a scenery,

A view, worth millions.

It is a portrait,

Of stars in trillions.

It is the comfort of home,

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The feeling that’s mutual,

The feeling familiar,

Like a holy ritual.

The shining dark side,

That has seen much,

Over the years and beyond,

It’s felt every touch.

It has seen writers write,

Astronomers observe,

World resting and seen

People with what they deserve.

All this experience, all this wisdom,

Just given a night to night,

Just one night, and you know it,

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Just a night with the night.

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Dr Shritama Das
“One can just buy/borrow/receive/ steal a

book, but never choose one! Only possibility

is either they can write or be chosen by a

book!” The author Dr Shritama Das, a dental

surgeon turned hospital administrator lives

by this statement. She is a wordsmith who

curates multitudes and intonations of words

from varied real life episodes and paints

them skilfully for her readers to let them

admire the prismatic charm of the

amalgamations of life and fantasy served in a

basket full of nostalgia. Shritama displays

her crafted clouds showering stories and

thoughts for the audience to enjoy on her

Instagram

https://www.instagram.com/storyteller_shr

itama/
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" Prescription for anxiety "

Abort the essence of weltschmerz (Z)

Boycott pessimism ably (Y)

Cry if necessary like an androsphinx (X)

Dodge blows with counterblow (W)

Endure the darkness like a spiv (V)

Flaunt the scars,wear them on your bandeau,

(U)

Grab the lights when they're still stout. (T)

Hallucination of yesteryears (S)

Infused with chaotic images still unclear (R)

Jabs your breath with the rare cinq,(Q)

Kill the poison before it slashes shrap (P)

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Leaving a wound just below your ribs

creating a chiaroscuro, (O)

Mend your soul and never forget to sign(N)

Nebulae etched with chinoiserie of unique

self-esteem;(M)

Obolong yet serene and autumnal.(L)

Pluck your cadaverous thoughts and float

them on a kayak.(K)

Quintessential life awaits at the end of the

pilgrimage of hadj.(J)

Revenge will feed on your aura while you

look for an alibi,(I)

Sail on the journey of nirvana and never let

out any sigh!(H)

Tease your eyes till the blackness of the

tears gag
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(G) Unfreeze the beauty of the soul burried

under the cliff

(F) Vandalize the nothingness and build an

empire

(E) Withhold the sinners in the dungeons

and let their sins be crucified

.(D) Xylophone crafted from the ancient

poetries will do rest of the magic.

(C) You stay afloat and let the arrows of self

love do their job( B)

Zillions of eternal peace will stumble their

way granting you their aloha.(A)

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Mir janat ul nisa

Janat ul nisa is a 10th class student. She is 16

years old. She is from jammu and kashmir

srinagar. She started pen down, when she

was 14 years old. Due to her studies she was

not connected with the writting world but

from covid's lockdown she reconnected

herself with this world and start her write

ups from her soul.

I too have Such a loving person in my life.

When his deep oceanic eyes get rolled up.

My eyes get soothed and my lips get

spreaded all over my face. His voice become

inaudible to my ears but his every verse get

flowed through my veins of heart. I put my

head on his chest and his every heart beat
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becomes supporter of oxygen to my lungs.

Ahh! I wish i could be the partner in his

sorrows but for him at the age of seventy I

will be the same little child who he had carry

in his arms and save her from every evil of

this world. He always uses to treat me like a

queen and I always carry the crown of his

love which revolves around my head. I want

but can't explain my relation with my

adorable father.
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Sabahat nisar
Sabahat Nissar lives in the Srinagar, J&K

with her father, besides.Before she started

writing short stories and poems, Sabahat got

a graduate degree in English Literature from

Kashmir University. After that, just to shake

things up, she went for the Masters in

English Literature. She began writing her

debut after obsessing over books.

Should i Feel in Love Again?

Should i burn all the letters you wrote for

me?

Should i stop imaginning all that we could

be?

Should i stop expecting a message from you

everytime my phone vibrates?

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Should i stop looking at your pictures and

not feel nostalgic?

Should i let go of the memories we made on

those late night calls?

Should i hear about your new love and not

panic?

Should i not think of you when i go to all the

places we used to hang around?

Should i stop looking for the love that's kost

but not found?

Should i believe people when they say he

will come back?

Should i stop thinking about the day you left

and not shiver?

Should i get anxious when i hear your name?

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Should i stop hoping for us to fall back right

in place?

Should i feel in love, again?

I should but can i?

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jyoti yadav
Hello everyone, my name is Jyoti yadav.I am

from Lucknow up, currently I m working as

a medical professional (CHO) at dewa

barabanki. I love writing and I love

animals,nature,small babies so much.

ख्शखलती रातें

ख्शखल रही है रातें , महक रहा समा,

यार जब अपने यार से फमला,

चल रही है ठों िी, मदभरी हवा,

हो रही है फसहरन, गु दगु दाती धरा,

हर सु बह के बाद, आती है ये रात,

मु झको कब से इसका इों तज़ार था,

कहने को तो इसमें , रौशनी का एक कड़ नहीों,

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पर मे रे फलए सारा, सादगी का अनों त यही,

रात से अच्छी लगती सबको है सु बह,

पर ये ख्शखलख्शखलाती रातें अलग है ,

ख्शखलतीों हैं ये रातें , महकता हैं समा,

यार जब अपने यार से फमला,

इस रात का कोई मोल नहीों,

फदन की तरह इसमें कोई झोल नहीों,

चााँ द की चाों दनी में फदखता सब अलग सा

है , फकसको दे खूों , फकसको सोचू

, हर समा फ़लक सा है ,

कहना हैं बहुत कुछ,

पर अभी वो वक़्त ना फमला,

ख्शखल रही हैं रातें , महक रहा समा,

यार जब अपने यार से फमला ||

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Varun duggal

Varun Duggal is an entrepreneur based in

Lucknow. His journey with words began

early but never got into writing until two

years ago. Varun started writing to express

himself- thoughts, desires, experiences and

learning. His poems are refreshingly raw and

rebellious. A foodie with an eye for

traveling, he enjoys company as well as

solitude. Someday, he hopes to read his own

book under a starlit sky, surrounded by

greenery and delicious seafood.

We all are little Eclipsed!!

Its about those moments...

When we are little envious, overspoken and

dominant...We get little eclipsed...
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When we are determined for vengeance and

feel its the only right thing to do...We get

little eclipsed...

When we spin around lies to avoid

judgements about us...We get little eclipsed...

When we are forfeited of something close to

us...We get little eclipsed...

But then there is also a moment of

choice....when we choose Kindness over

dominance.

Forgiveness over vengeance

Acceptance over denial

And Penance over cowardice

At that moment we free ourselves form the

eclipse where darkness

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engulfs the brighter us...We feel free and

resonate radiance!!!