From Broken Glass to Marshmallows, a poem penned by Udhari Arundhati from, B. A Final year.

FROM BROKEN GLASS TO MARSHMALLOWS.

An April day, a sudden glance,

Two years away from the mirror's dance.

I dressed up, smiled, and clicked a view,

Seeking a dozen slides or two,

Seeking the spark I once called mine,

Before heartbreak blurred each line.

But the gallery holds a double-edged art:

The worst and best days, tearing apart,

Leaving behind a bittersweet trace—

Broken heart pieces with a beautiful hope in their place.

Yet God remembers His favorite child,

No matter how broken the heart or wild.

Looking back at the old and the new,

The glamorous poses were never quite true;

Though the outside looked fine, a picture-perfect role,

I carried that heavy heartbreak in my soul.

But the pain has softened, the focus has shifted,

The weight of the glamorous burden is lifted.

Life isn't about forcing oneself to look grand,

But embracing the soul that God had planned.

I know I wasn't always trapped in this space—

Even the rainbow envied my colorful grace,

Hair styled with a snap, sleep gentle and deep,

Like a river whose currents have no rush to keep.

The sharp, painful fragments finally yield,

Whispering softly across the field:

"I'm happy that at least it is you."

Now the sharp, broken edges are entirely new,

As the stones and broken glasses of yesterday

Turn into marshmallows along the way.

"The Footsteps That Never Returned", A poem by Gouravi from BSc ZCFS III YEAR .

The Footsteps That Never Returned

He went to the hospital...

And somehow, he never came back home.

People say, "Be strong." People say, "Time heals."

But they don't know what it feels like to wait for footsteps that never return.

They don't know how a child learns to smile in front of everyone, yet cries only in the silence of empty rooms.

Birthdays become quieter. Festivals feel heavier. Even achievements lose a little of their joy.

Because no matter how old you grow, there is always a part of you that still looks for your father.

The world moves on. Life continues.

But a child who loses a father loses more than a person— they lose their shelter, their guide, their safest place.

Years may pass, and the tears may become less visible, but the emptiness never truly leaves.

Some wounds do not heal; they simply learn to live inside the heart.

And that pain...

that longing...

is something only a fatherless child can truly understand.

"Last Wish", a poem penned by K. Pranathi, from BSc MSDS, III year.

I was born alone,

And I walk this road alone.

One day, when my journey ends,

I wish to leave alone.

No tears upon my farewell,

No sorrow in my name.

When I am gone,

Let the world remain the same.

What must I do for that?

Fade like I never existed?

Become a passing whisper

Lost within the wind?

Yet before that final day,

I want to live completely free—

To wander like the restless breeze,

To dance across the sea.

To laugh like water splashing,

To chase the open sky,

To carry no regrets at all

When it's my time to die.

And when death stands before me,

Quiet and serene,

What must I do to greet it

With a heart forever clean?

Perhaps the answer is simple—

Neither fame nor company;

To cherish every fleeting moment,

And love my solitude faithfully.