My Diary Is Not Written By Me – Loraine Valladolid
MY DIARY IS NOT WRITTEN BY ME -Loraine Valladolid, Liceo de Calamba Dear Diary, This morning felt like the end of noon. I have so many things to talk about:…
MY DIARY IS NOT WRITTEN BY ME -Loraine Valladolid, Liceo de Calamba Dear Diary, This morning felt like the end of noon. I have so many things to talk about:…
Lonely Echoes – Lavanyaa Tripathi Life swiftly passes, I remain still, Bound by unseen bonds, I sit, despite my will. My loved ones depart, leaving me alone, My feet unmoving,…
As Summer Retreats – Manasi Maitrayee You lie in your bed, barely taking half its space. Underneath your favorite blanket in its welcoming embrace. For when the clock will strike…
The Chair – Deveshi Tandon I look at the empty chair, where you once sat. I still call it your chair, for it was never just a chair for me.…
The first grave -Riddhi Malik I don’t want to be here anymore, Holding funerals up in my eyes, For people I mistook for homes. Being homesick for just some broken…
Confessions of an Only Child -Grisha Gautam “And they’ll tell you now, you’re the lucky one Yeah, they’ll tell you now, you’re the lucky one But can you tell me…
A Child Once Again -Aadhya Jain Every time I open my laptop and press the tip of my fingers on the keypad, or whenever I pick up a pen and…
A House Is Not a Home ~Aadhya Jain Crickets outside my window chirp in my ear. A lamp’s dim yellow light is the only thing chasing away the shadows in…