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The world is self centred leaving things that are torn and dried
It has forgotten the moments that brought it pride
So full I was with remorse disgust and dislike
I repent and regret I would not have been as like
Essence of nature and flavours of mind
Left no stone unturned to be cruel and not kind
Although there was enormous pain
Gave my heart a call "to move on is life ,not to restrain"
By the sea when i saw waves clashing on the shore
Spirit spoke up try once more....
Amidst the chorus i wanted silence beyond my reach
How did i forget the world was a clamorous beach
Heart rendering it was and Tears did flow
on the path the were thorns innumerable for me to blow
Storm was to destroy the universe of mine
Deep in the heart i felt to be not still but "sparkle and shine"
Wind did blow sky did overcast
The ship of my hope was sinking by mast
Rule of the arena is either "swim or sink"
From the corner of the darkness a bright voice did clink
Encouraged me and elevated me to my best
Whispered "everything next to come is another test"
Creativity of mine which was stamped to death
Seemed to have turmoiled to create new breath
At last glory arrived circumvating omni
But to witness the success it was only me
Spirit gave a call "Shh,,,.. It's the end....Alas the end "
But my heart retorted
"It's not the end it's the begining of the journey to reach new end"
Abhishek shukla
JIIT NOIDA
BEAUTIFUL DAY
I don t feel like saying anything,
I m activated for an enigmatic reason.
Maybe my own morality is fighting against me.
And I realize every second life is passing me by.
I comprehend that,
Eventually,
Each of us peerless creates the life we get to live.
It was in that turning point that something within me changed, completely.
The pendulum moved and seconds passed by.
I encouraged myself that
I'm going to fiercely transform the way I m,
And the way I was.
I assert that I ll on a dime, renovate the way I lived.
Not blaming the coach for not being able to win in the game.
Even if it was life.
Not blaming my friends for not being able to do my work.
Not blaming my past for my inabilities to win in the present.
It s that moment, tired and dusty,
I was finally on my feet with some happiness that,
My capricious mentor taught me well,
Before the dawn of this breathtakingly beautiful day.
---------------elancholia of a pregnant woman
I apprised her the first time,
Playing with my puny fingers,
That composure on her face,
I guess it matched mine.
She held me frail and pale,
womb first
hands,
far of lands,
spreading hands.
Red
She grew up only to see that colour red was now her companion.
It followed her, drained her
But gave meaning to her existence.
At 12 she experienced blood gliding down from the mean of her legs, Red.
Scared, amazed, excited,
At 18 she cuts her hand,
Heartbroken, Blood, Red.
At 23 she gets married,
The colour binds her now.
Red was no more her favourite colour,
It took away her innocence,
It took away her freedom.
Red was a restriction.
--kavya sharma
-------------------------My Poet
Tonight s Hunter
Tonight, I feel a hunter
My black horse I mount
Barricades I break asunder
And the dead night surmount
Tis mischief
In woods that
Sing poets n
Songs hunting
that dwells
calls to me
minstrels
that beseem
trots
It whistles as it whips
My face, the morbid wind
A woeful verse I slip
And curse the dead, dark mist
In hunting as I fare
O night do ye applaud?
I breathe the palmy air
So breathes my darling horse
Tonight, I feel a hunter
My black horse I mount
Barricades I break asunder
And the dead night surmount .
-Soma Mishra
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hordes ;
lords.
head;
greed;
cry;
- divyansh IIT
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Say it for
M !
for Mom,
for MOTHER.
- ritesh ku verma