The time that fate was kind
You wrote to me every day and I to you
Suddenly the letters stopped and so did the news
I loved you too much to imagine the worst
So all I did was hope and pray for the best
Thinking of you in the middle of bloodshed
And the wounded soldiers and injured souls
Was enough to send my heart into a frenzy
And give me the horrible nightmares
I remember the nights I spent crying
Every time I heard mention of a death
Deep down I knew well enough
That you had not left me alone
A year has gone by and the war is won
As I wait at the station glancing at each face
My ray of hope shines bright
Trying to land the spotlight on you
Before I could comprehend anything else
I feel strong arms wrap around me
Your familiar feel surrounds my aura
I let out a relieved breath and a grin appears
You envelope me in a comforting hug
I know I am right where I belong
In your arms safe and sound
You've finally come back home to me
Poem by Revathy Rajan
The time that fate was kind
Poem by Revathy Rajan
You wrote to me every day and I to you
Suddenly the letters stopped and so did the news
I loved you too much to imagine the worst
So all I did was hope and pray for the best
Thinking of you in the middle of bloodshed
And the wounded soldiers and injured souls
Was enough to send my heart into a frenzy
And give me the horrible nightmares
I remember the nights I spent crying
Every time I heard mention of a death
Deep down I knew well enough
That you had not left me alone
A year has gone by and the war is won
As I wait at the station glancing at each face
My ray of hope shines bright
Trying to land the spotlight on you
Before I could comprehend anything else
I feel strong arms wrap around me
Your familiar feel surrounds my aura
I let out a relieved breath and a grin appears
You envelope me in a comforting hug
I know I am right where I belong
In your arms safe and sound
You've finally come back home to me
Poem by Revathy Rajan
The writer is a Media & Communication undergraduate student
The writer is a Media & Communication undergraduate student
Its never too late for you to shine
Lost in the dark, lost without that shining spark.
Pain had been his only friend, as there was no one else to
give him a hand.
It couldn’t get much worse.
He was nothing but just a curse.
His mind was filled with thoughts that made him shiver.
All you could see was a pale face lit up in front of the
mirror.
Never too surprised, never too shocked.
His mind was destroyed and his dreams were locked.
Hopes had no longer existed, and he felt too weak to resist
it.
Success, motivation and guidance were all gone.
Even if he knew he was right, he thought it was all wrong.
Giving up was his only option in the midst of things that
let him down.
He felt terrible to become the talk of the town.
But tomorrow was another day.
A ray of light, a ray of hope.
He could finally escape from the dark and grab that rope.
That rope which pulled him further and further towards his
dreams.
He was his only support, he was his only team.
It all comes down when everything is fine.
Do what you love, do it now because it’s never too late
for you to shine.
Its never too late for you to shine
Lost in the dark, lost without that shining spark.
Pain had been his only friend, as there was no one else to
give him a hand.
It couldn’t get much worse.
He was nothing but just a curse.
His mind was filled with thoughts that made him shiver.
All you could see was a pale face lit up in front of the
mirror.
Never too surprised, never too shocked.
His mind was destroyed and his dreams were locked.
Hopes had no longer existed, and he felt too weak to resist
it.
Success, motivation and guidance were all gone.
Even if he knew he was right, he thought it was all wrong.
Giving up was his only option in the midst of things that
let him down.
He felt terrible to become the talk of the town.
But tomorrow was another day.
A ray of light, a ray of hope.
He could finally escape from the dark and grab that rope.
That rope which pulled him further and further towards his
dreams.
He was his only support, he was his only team.
It all comes down when everything is fine.
Do what you love, do it now because it’s never too late
for you to shine.
Poem by Karan Hanj
The writer is a first year Media & Communication undergraduate student
The writer is a first year Media & Communication undergraduate student
मुखौटा
मुखौटा
सच कि खोज में निकला था वो,
बिना किये परवाह कल कि,
नहीं चाहता था कि कोई पहचाने उसे,
तभी रोज़ बदलता था वो पहचान अपनी,
रोटी-कपडा-मकान के भरम तोड़ कहीं किसी के लिए वो रुका तक नहीं,
कभी पैगम्बर तो कभी मसीहा बना,
कभी नारद का चुगलीवाला ढोंग भी किया,
पर अंत में हाथ लगे सिर्फ नज़रें और चंद पैसे,
फ़िर छोड़ा उसने वो रोज़ मुखोटा पहनना,
आया संसार में तान अपना सीना,
रोज़ वही खाना वही और वही पीना,
कुछ नज़दीकी लोगों से कुछ न कुछ बातें करना,
फ़िर एक सुबह जागके याद आया वो मकसद जिसके लिए था उसे जीना,
घुट रहा था दम उसका रोज़ के वही झमेलों से,
कुछ पैसे कमाओ, कुछ बचाओ, इन दीवारों में नहीं था उसे रहना,
तभी वापस याद आया उसे अपना बदलता मुखौटा,
पाया सच उसीमे जो था हर पल हर घडी बदलता,
और ऐसे ही अपनी कब्र तक पहुंचा, बिना पहचान के, वो बहरूपिया...
सच कि खोज में निकला था वो,
बिना किये परवाह कल कि,
नहीं चाहता था कि कोई पहचाने उसे,
तभी रोज़ बदलता था वो पहचान अपनी,
रोटी-कपडा-मकान के भरम तोड़ कहीं किसी के लिए वो रुका तक नहीं,
कभी पैगम्बर तो कभी मसीहा बना,
कभी नारद का चुगलीवाला ढोंग भी किया,
पर अंत में हाथ लगे सिर्फ नज़रें और चंद पैसे,
फ़िर छोड़ा उसने वो रोज़ मुखोटा पहनना,
आया संसार में तान अपना सीना,
रोज़ वही खाना वही और वही पीना,
कुछ नज़दीकी लोगों से कुछ न कुछ बातें करना,
फ़िर एक सुबह जागके याद आया वो मकसद जिसके लिए था उसे जीना,
घुट रहा था दम उसका रोज़ के वही झमेलों से,
कुछ पैसे कमाओ, कुछ बचाओ, इन दीवारों में नहीं था उसे रहना,
तभी वापस याद आया उसे अपना बदलता मुखौटा,
पाया सच उसीमे जो था हर पल हर घडी बदलता,
और ऐसे ही अपनी कब्र तक पहुंचा, बिना पहचान के, वो बहरूपिया...
Poem by Mahavirsinh Rathod
The writer is a first year Media & Communication postgraduate student
The writer is a first year Media & Communication postgraduate student
Love sickness
Love sickness
She smiled as he brushed the hair
Away from her face.
He smiled as well
As he squeezed her cheek.
They were a happy couple
Moving at a steady pace.
Little did he know it would
All end in just a week.
She loved his smile
She couldn’t see him sulk.
There is only a certain amount of tragedy
One must endure.
You can never deliver
Tragedy in bulk.
If only it was a mere wound
That tetanus could cure.
She had to tell him
For he’d never forgive her.
She held his hand
Looked deep into his eyes.
He was confused,
He didn’t comprehend.
She took a deep breath
Steadied her nerves.
‘I love you
I never want to leave
I’d marry you
“But it wouldn’t last too long
Bear with me a week
And you’ll be versatile
I have cancer
My end is near
The illness has won
I hear it rendering’
Away from her face.
He smiled as well
As he squeezed her cheek.
They were a happy couple
Moving at a steady pace.
Little did he know it would
All end in just a week.
She loved his smile
She couldn’t see him sulk.
There is only a certain amount of tragedy
One must endure.
You can never deliver
Tragedy in bulk.
If only it was a mere wound
That tetanus could cure.
She had to tell him
For he’d never forgive her.
She held his hand
Looked deep into his eyes.
He was confused,
He didn’t comprehend.
She took a deep breath
Steadied her nerves.
‘I love you
I never want to leave
I’d marry you
“But it wouldn’t last too long
Bear with me a week
And you’ll be versatile
I have cancer
My end is near
The illness has won
I hear it rendering’
By Bruce Fernandez
The writer is a first year undergraduate student pursuing Media & Communication
Fake Emotions
Fake Emotions
Just like
every other girl,
She put
salt in fire and burned my heart.
The past
seemed to fade away in front of my eyes as I saw her move away from me..
Her
thoughts and emotions about me seemed fake.
Fake enough
to convince me that the feeling I had for her was a waste.
A waste of
time..effort and love.
There
wasn't any hope left.
Hope didn't
even matter at the moment.
Why? was
the only question in my mind.
Perhaps it
was destined.
Perhaps I
didn't deserve her.
Perhaps she
deserved someone better.
By Shreya Roy
The writer is a first year undergraduate student pursuing Media & Communication
The ultimate spark of beauty
I sat by the grass,
looking ahead of me,
beneath lay,
the flowing blue waters,
surrounded by the mountains,
shielded by the grass,
And over the top,
shined the ultimate,
The ultimate spark of beauty,
The ball of fire,
with its rays protruding out,
from a secret within,
And then how could I forget the sides,
for this was complete beauty.
The clouds graced the scene,
And now as I looked,
Looked in totality,
I breathed the fresh air in,
Held it there,
felt the breeze swish by me,
felt the bird chirp while flying amidst
those skies,
felt the wet grass beneath me,
felt the inner voice from me,
All in that held breath,
And I exhaled,
Slowly and Steadily,
Unwillingly though,
but waiting for the feeling right after
that,
And now I was just getting into it,
the door had opened,
I felt better,
like never before,
In contrast to that routine of mine,
where people,
were my happiness mantra,
I sat here,with nobody,
nobody except me,
nobody except nature,
nobody except peace,
And here is where,
I felt back to life,
The true life,
The Life which meant,
Living in forever ecstasy,
and not,
Living in fake encounters.
-Karishma Hingorani
The writer is a first year undergraduate student pursuing Media & Communication
I sat by the grass,
looking ahead of me,
beneath lay,
the flowing blue waters,
surrounded by the mountains,
shielded by the grass,
And over the top,
shined the ultimate,
The ultimate spark of beauty,
The ball of fire,
with its rays protruding out,
from a secret within,
And then how could I forget the sides,
for this was complete beauty.
The clouds graced the scene,
And now as I looked,
Looked in totality,
I breathed the fresh air in,
Held it there,
felt the breeze swish by me,
felt the bird chirp while flying amidst
those skies,
felt the wet grass beneath me,
felt the inner voice from me,
All in that held breath,
And I exhaled,
Slowly and Steadily,
Unwillingly though,
but waiting for the feeling right after
that,
And now I was just getting into it,
the door had opened,
I felt better,
like never before,
In contrast to that routine of mine,
where people,
were my happiness mantra,
I sat here,with nobody,
nobody except me,
nobody except nature,
nobody except peace,
And here is where,
I felt back to life,
The true life,
The Life which meant,
Living in forever ecstasy,
and not,
Living in fake encounters.
-Karishma Hingorani
The writer is a first year undergraduate student pursuing Media & CommunicationThe Most Beautiful Woman
When the whole world
Make me smile.
turned against me,
she was there,
by my side.Smiling gently,
she was there,
by my side.Smiling gently,
she told me “I’m there”.
When everyone walked away,
out of my life,
she held my hand,
close to her heart
and told me:
“I would never leave you!”
out of my life,
she held my hand,
close to her heart
and told me:
“I would never leave you!”
When I would be low,
she would stand by me
and console me.
she would stand by me
and console me.
Make me smile.
And I’d be the happiest person
in this world.
in this world.
At times,
when I cried,
she would lend me
her loving shoulder
to rest my head upon
and feel better.
when I cried,
she would lend me
her loving shoulder
to rest my head upon
and feel better.
I enjoyed my life.
I didn’t give her a thought.
But she was still there.
Beside me.
Sacrificing her life,
All for me.
I didn’t give her a thought.
But she was still there.
Beside me.
Sacrificing her life,
All for me.
If there is any person
whom I admire today,
there’s only one.
whom I admire today,
there’s only one.
By Raina Felix D’souza
The writer is a first year undergraduate student pursuing Media & Communication
Foggy Night
Sitting by
the foggy window pane,
I look out
at the dim lights flickering
Every now and then in the street of Nowhere.
A small boy
stands under a lamp post,
Looking at the light with those dreamy eyes.
I wonder
out of all kids in the world,
Could he
possibly know what it is
To live a
life in darkness.
Perhaps he
knew nothing about darkness;
Or perhaps
he was just a child
Curious
about the object that made
His innocent face
glow and his eyes gleam in the dark.
The wind
grew stronger and louder;
With tiny
black boots and thin sweater to keep him warm,
he continued looking at the Light.
Could the Light be
an angel, a sign or a way to stay warm?
The boy looked
like an angel brought down by the Spirit himself in the Shadow of
darkness.
Suddenly
the view started disappearing as the fog clouded my window pane and my mind
Another look at the street and the child was gone, nowhere to be found.
By Shreya Roy
The writer is a first year undergraduate student pursuing Media & Communication
22 steps
A blind man's hand, I held,
And said,"can I help?""you can, my son."
He replied smilingly without even a question.
"handsome you look, sir" to let him know,
"oh yes, everybody says that but how do I trust?
He didn't miss a step to count,
22 steps and the walkway as he knew exactly.
"Be careful, it's about time that signal will turn green, walk fast!" his words amazed me.
Isn't our carelessness our blindness? It struck me.
Another 22 steps and we stepped onto the pavement.
"Thank you, dear" he spoke as he left
The blind man's stick taught him life.
And I thank him for teaching me life.
My disability gives chance to your sympathy.
By Mahavirsinh Rathod
The writer is a first year postgraduate student pursuing Media & Communication
A State of Mind
Fragile, was his state
every night,
Out of sight; dull seemed
the days that passed.
Gloomy thoughts covered
that wrinkled forehead,
A daughter who was old
enough to get married,
A son whose education
cost the same as the house they lived in,
"Questions would be
asked";"What would they think?"
The so called "normal"
concerns, always bothering him.
Responsibilities they
are, no doubt but felt just like they were daily rituals,
His eyes, constantly
widened and narrowed to focus on the objects around,
As if, looking for an
escape, a way out of this endless turmoil.
The night was colder than
usual,
The blanket started to
feel thinner with each passing day,
And just like that
the thoughts, just like
his mind and heart, stopped!
Fragile, was his state
every night until it was no more.
Poem by Mahavirsinh Rathod
The writer is a first year Media & Communication postgraduate student
The writer is a first year Media & Communication postgraduate student
A Son’s Deed
The story began when he was a boy;
His dreams, stretching out far beyond the sky.
He lived in a village, a village forlorn;
Where the best of the crops were grown.
He helped his father in the field;
Who worked hard to produce sufficient yield.
The boy was happy, in his own little world;
When one day, a tempest unfurled.
Masked men clothed in black formed the clouds;
That tinged the peaceful blue of the sky, covering it with a shroud.
Just then, young men clothed in the colors of nature appeared;
With dangerous weapons they were geared.
One of the young men approached the boy and his father;
“We have to move out!” he said a little louder;
The sounds of the bullets were terrorizing;
And left nothing worth realizing.
“What’s happened father?” the boy asked;
“The enemies are here!” the father gasped.
Before the father could continue;
He was shot.
The boy stared, shocked.
With great strength he walked to a man in green;
“Who are you?” he asked with interest, keen.
“We are soldiers”, replied the man;
“We protect our lands, better than anyone else can”.
The boy looked at the man in admiration;
“I want to be one of you”, he gave his declaration.
Days, months and years passed;
His loyalty towards his land grew, steadfast.
The enemies struck yet again;
And he remembered the day his father was slain.
Fire raged through him;
Smoldering and burning within, without a hint of becoming dim.
He clenched his fists and prepared to fight;
He crouched low, like a lion showing off his might.
The little boy who watched his father die;
Now as a soldier found a golden chance;
And wanted to avenge his loss, at first glance.
He couldn’t control it no more;
On impulse he took out his gun and shot his foe.
The sound of the bullet was music to his ears;
He had felt the pain for too long after losing his dear.
A moment passed when he realized what he had done;
He felt horrible, he wanted to run.
Just as he was about to do so, the sun shone brightly from above;
He saw his father’s face, full of his love.
And right that moment, even though he knew what he had done was wrong;
He smiled along.
Because he knew now, that his father’s soul would rest in peace.
For the foe’s breath had ceased.
Poem by Kanika Mathur
The writer is a first year Media & Communication undergraduate student
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Loved it! Very well written! (y)
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