Me – Aditi Agarwal

The ghosts of old memories revisit Breaking weakened barriers Their cries echo against the walls of my own mind, Their words, beautiful words, Twist themselves cruelly within, Haunting, taunting in soft whispers, Their white fingers caressing the brain, Each touch inducing pain. Resurrecting old buried fears. Afraid, alone, my mind…

Bio Bay – Trisha Sachdev

A photo says a thousand words But how do you describe something that cannot be photographed For what I have seen today cannot be captured through a camera lens. I’ll paint you a picture with as many words I know To give you a glimpse of Bio Bay Puerto Rico…

Wanderlust – Akshi Jindal

Wandering the unrevealed pathway is all I want to live again one day… All the magnificent mountains that passed by that serene change in the colour of sky from relishing the scenery of a baby sparrow learning to fly to cherishing those memories once lived by the little eyes. That tranquillity…

Time – Tarusha Singh

Feared by most, Loved by a few. Many view it as a ghost, And the others view it as the morning dew. Never has it paused to catch its breath, Never has it held back for a friend. Never has it stood by to pay its condolences on someone’s death,…