What life awaits the poet dreamer, if change grew within, not lacking? How would I have turned out, if elders stuck not to times older?...

Written by Anugrah and Deekshitha The yellow tree in front of darshini was my only source of happiness. It sang with the noise of crowds...

feels to me: the bricks tied around spread to break - air feels to me noise spike the innermost drums and b r e a k the strongest snare...

Months pass as your thoughts drown me low Unclear sights tarnish this fiery flow To be as I, entrapped. Cleaved dreams collapsed. Give me...

The grass rotting by, smell his surprise When rain draining shows, his end coming surely As trees grow behind, its leaves bid goodbye...

The hands broke away amongst tears. To make someone feel special, this soul lived another’s life. When time came, stood no one to greet...

It is a cold wind gushing past rays of warm sunshine,                  Bunch of men driving broken bikes down ragged paths.        Trees...

In torrents of flowing might, Where wings of freedom take flight, Dwelt a fish, a creature of water’s deep night.   Kari swam from...

The world of fake squeak lies barren ahead. See! Waiting for the crackling fire, burning down offices and factories in me . Levels...

Where the trees tell, they tell stories. Of people dead silent. Where the roads, they curve through and around hills. Where the children,...