A round table. 5 poets. 1 teacher. May the muses be ever in your favour. Samay hates any kind of disruption in his life. He hates being curious about things because then he loses all common sense and has to sate his curiosity. But he can't stop himself from being curious about Romi, the girl who conducts the weekly poetry sessions which Samay (forcibly) participates in. She's intelligent, yes. She knows how poetry works, sure. But she is so guarded, and that, Samay can't tolerate. Kiara is painfully shy. Bullied often as a kid, she grows up keeping her thoughts and ideas to herself, and occasionally pouring them in a sketch book or a notebook. Creativity takes over and she realises she writes poetry quite well. However, when her cousin Sarah, invites her to join a poetry group that meets weekly, Kiara must decide whether she really wants to put herself out there, in the open. Rishi is easy going and uncomplicated. He enjoys a good poem thanks to his best friend, Kabir. Kabir harbours a massive crush on Sarah so when she invites him to weekly poetry gatherings, Kabir decides to drag Rishi in. Rishi meets Kiara, the shy girl. He has made it a rule to avoid all kinds of dramas and complications, yet he feels compelled to solve the complex puzzle that is Kiara. What unites all these very different, very colourful people? Poetry, of course. The magic of words and verses draws in Kabir (a lawyer and volunteer with a heart of gold), Sarah (the girl with spunk), Samay (Mr. Grouch), Rishi, Kiara, and of course, the person who leads them to the wonderful world of poetry - Romi. Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/poeticsensibility #Wattys2015

Jas gives me a sympathetic look. She sighs heavily, long nails tapping against the wooden table, dodging the 'Missing' posters scattered all over the surface. "Maybe," she finally says, "Just maybe, he doesn't want to be found, Ava." I clench my jaw. "No. I refuse to believe that. He's not like that." "What do you know?" Jas snorts, finally withdrawing her hand from the table and turning back to look at me. "You don't even know him." xx Ford Wilson was in three out of four of Ava Jackson's classes. They had one mutual friend, did a project together once in sophomore year, and had the same lunch. When Ava's car had broke down, she had even ended up parked outside of Ford's house, asking for gas. In Ava's life, he was everywhere. And yet, she didn't notice him until he was nowhere to be found.