"Thankful Note" - By  Hari Priya from B.Sc. BZC Batch of 2022

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Our college has played the most crucial role in my life – in every STEP of my graduation. Unlike other students I not only got to learn from the experienced faculty in the best of the subjects but I was also provided with privileges that made the journey smoother and stronger. Personally, I enjoyed the first semester with utmost fun - attending various workshops, events and trips before covid hit us. Covid didn't affect me, but my Orthopaedic surgery did. Post the surgery, I was not able to be my old self. I thought I would never be able to move around as freely as I used to. But this is where our college played the most important part.  Our college granted me a full six - week leave to completely recover post operation and let me attend the upcoming internals in an easily accessible room; by the time I had to attend the classes regularly for my conduct and attendance, our principal and lecturers made me feel comfortable with the seating arrangements such that I could walk without any tussle.

Just to my luck the elevator which was under construction was made fully functional and I could use it with the assistance of a friend. The most supportive act, which probably no other institution would ever have done is that - they let my mother accompany me to college daily, to stay throughout. Since the operation was a major one, I needed someone to help me, personally, other than my friends. When I appealed, my mother would attend the college with me for the next semester. Our principal granted the permission without a second thought. All my previous classes were shifted to the ones closer to the elevator to avoid stairs; and all the teaching and non-teaching faculty were very cordial with my mother, which made her experience much better. To the classrooms which were difficult for me to reach, our lecturers provided me with the notes of all the classes I missed and helped me with  attendance too. All this encouragement from the college and its members had become the main source of my positive mental health, aiding me in a speedy physical recovery than the expected pace. Doctors instructed me to be active and in college, walking from one classroom to another worked like therapy. I can, never in my life, forget the help and encouragement I was showered with. I shall always strive to return something to the college, with the values I learned from here.

I am forever grateful to the institution, to the principal, vice principal, correspondent, and all the teaching and non-teaching staff for helping me during the toughest phase of my life.

"Warriors" - A Poem By Nitheesha Reddy, BA II Year

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For us, they were at the border,

Who never broke their orders,

And were always ready to sacrifice their life,

So that we can live a safe life.

We always found them in olive green,

And assumed as if it was their skin,

They never knew the difference between day and night,

As they were always ready to face a fight.

They gave our country, a surety of life,

And remained unaware of their own life.

We celebrated festivals with our family,

And their celebration was seeing their family.

Lights and crackers are part of our Diwali,

And firing guns became a part of their Diwali.

While we play with different colours on holi,

They have red as the sign of pure love for the country.

"Diwali" - A Poem By Prakarshitha Borra, BA II Year 

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The festival of prosperity,

The victor of light over darkness,

The good over the evil minds,

And the strength over the weakness.

The festival of positivity,

The smiles on their faces.

The joy from father's gifts,

And the fun of the kids.

The festival to eat yummy items,

Prepared by our MasterChef women.

The smell of the delicious items,

Pulls us towards the kitchen.

The bond of every relationship,

Especially the kids with their grandparents. 

Together they make innocent faces,

After they secretly taste sweets from the boxes.

The pure joy and smiles of the kids,

Sparkling with happiness,

And the innocent panic in tiny faces,

As they fire the crackers. 

The festival of traditions,

With wholesome lights.

Our country looks like a celebration,

From the space on Diwali night.

 "Soldier" - A Poem By Swaroop Kanwar, BA II Year 

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On the peak of the snowy hills,

In the hot winds of the great desert,

Along the thundering waves of the deep ocean,

You are guarding the whole nation.

Eyes of every Indian are filled with pride,

By seeing the waving tricolour so high,

You have left everything behind,

So that the nation is always alive.

You are the champion,

Who loved the country so purely,

That every Indian fell in the 

Love for the country so heartly.

"SHE  – A Powerful Being" - A Poem By Swaroop Kanwar, BA II Year 

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She whose power was acknowledged,

She was underestimated many times.

He who taught she was weak,

He  was the one defeated by her.

She can be as calm as a tranquil ocean,

She can also be as threatening as a cyclone.

She can be as delicate as a flower,

She can also be as strong as a mountain.

She who makes the world complete,

She who is his strength of him.

He who is prosperous because of her,

And he who is incomplete without her.

She has the power to conquer the world,

She is the incarnation of  a Goddess.

She is the prettiest form of life,

And she has the power to give life.

"Life Of A Bibliophile"  - A Poem By Deepshikha Patangay, BA III Year

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Always surrounded by books,
Living in the fantasy world.
Too many stories I read and,
Too many emotions I feel.
"Where is a break?", life asked,
Who needs a break?
When you have a book to read,
And a coffee in your hand!

"Last Few Words" - A Narrative by Prabha Tiwari, B.Com. Regulars III Year 

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I was smiling wholeheartedly, having a great day in the peaceful forest. It gave me some freshness and peace of mind. With a never-ending smile, I stepped into the elevator, and a familiar ding was heard when I reached the floor of my apartment. Fiddling with the digital card from my backpack, I came near the door, placed the card, and opened it. While rushing in, I saw an envelope placed near the doormat. I took it and locked the door whilst, letting myself into my comfortable living. Sitting comfortably on the soft, I let out a tired sigh. 

I opened the envelope and read it completely. The peace that I had gotten from my outing flew out of the window and was replaced with utter blankness. The words written filled my brain and pierced my heart into pieces. The words cut through my peaceful mind and enrolled themselves forever. My heart was crumbling, and my mind was occupied with those words. My heart skipped a beat, not in love but in pain. Every sentence, every word stabbed my heart to die a painful yet slow death. Wanting to scream, but with my mouth shut and lips seized. I couldn't utter a word. Every breath was suffocating as if something was wrapped around my throat and making me choke to death. I could feel it tighten my chest and that my ribcage and body would have a loud explosion, and I'll be in torn into bits and pieces any time soon. I knew this was going to happen. I knew it would, but why does it hurt when I had prepared for the worse? It hurts like Hades. My heart is screaming, but not a word was uttered from my sealed lips. Not a single tear rolled down my cheeks. 

Wounds can be healed, but scars can never heal. They stay there forever, reminding us of the betrayal, the pain. But what hurts the most is the person who healed your scar had given you an even deeper, and worst abused scar that can't be healed anymore. When one falls deeper and deeper, not in love but in the vast ocean of sadness and loneliness, we can't help but laugh at the choice of what life and destiny give us. Even if our feet are full of scars we move on. The pain was endless, just like the thoughts of clouds. Ready to rain, yet not. When something shatters in us yet, we long for those shattering. Feeling full yet empty. Behind every mask there is a face, behind every face there is a masked smile. Behind every masked smile, there is pain, behind every pain there is a story. Behind every story there is a lesson, behind every lesson there is a reason. Behind every reason, there is a person, and behind every person, there is a soul.

I let myself drown in this colossal ocean of sadness. I can drink this pain, and I am capable of enduring this pain within me. If only you could read my heart and soul. It calls for you and only you. I was like a painting that was already sketched and then erased when it wasn't liked. But it's okay. 

"Her Writings" - A Poem By Deepshikha Patangay, BA III Year 

 

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The clock stopped working,

And everything around the artist paused.

She wished a new story to begin,

But the past didn't let her walk.

 

Thought to forget everything,

But was blank about the future.

Maybe there was no new chapter,

As the mind was stuck reliving it all.

 

Searched around to find a path,

The heart became a locker,

And the key was lost.

Old memories came forward,

In front of her hazel brown eyes,

And her mad heart poured out.

 

Using the pen as her power,

The paper witnessed her emotions.

Centuries passed by and,

Her writings were relieved,

On the Earth for infinite times,

By people who read her.

 

Though she turned into ashes,

She was alive through her writings,

And would live on eternally,

Till the universe would end one day.

 ~Deepshikha Patangay (BA)

"A Farewell Note" - An Article by K. Keerthana, BSC, FSCCS, Final Year

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A FAREWELL NOTE

Dear friends, 

                         It has been wonderful reading all your pieces of work. Lines in which, you have all poured your hearts out, shared your sorrows, made witty remarks, narrated your tales and a lot more. It has been a beautiful privilege to get to know you all – through your writings. 

                         For some of us, a three-year journey ends here. We are now ready to live life on our own terms, in our own style - holding a bag full of precious lessons, awaiting more. For those of you that are yet to finish this journey, keep learning and practicing all the good things in life. 

                         We are to play so many roles in future – most importantly, that of powerful women, and so shall we never doubt our ability to do well in life. Never compare your journey to that of others, every masterpiece of God has its own bliss.  Remember, we all have a purpose but with different plans. 

                        As long as it is not intended to hurt someone, your opinion matters, your voice matters. So keep thinking, keep questioning, keep finding answers, keep writing and expressing!

                        All the best for a wonderful future ahead – filled with a spectrum of emotions, lessons, challenges, achievements, adventures and experiences. Goodbye!!

Yours truly,

Quills Student Editor

(2021-2022)

  

                                                                                                            ~ K Keerthana (BSC, FSCCS)

"You and My Soul" - A Poem By G. Snehitha, BSC, MPCS, Final Year

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YOU AND MY SOUL

To

The pillow,

The blanket, 

The mirror.

Thank you for always being with me.

You are the only ones who knew everything about me.

My best, my worst,

My happiness, my sadness.

My love, my breakup,

My childishness, my maturity.

My mistakes, my experiences,

My failure, my success.

More than anyone else, you were with me in every journey.

Every situation in my life is, some way or the other, connected to you.

You have become a part of my daily life.

But,

I am sorry.

I love someone, more than I love you,

I spend time with someone, more than I do with you,

That person knows everything about me, more than you do.

And it is my SOUL.

                                                                                                   ~ G.Snehitha (BSC, MPCS)

"I FELL... FALLING FOR YOU" - A Poem by H. Laxmi Priyanka, BA, Final Year

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 I FELL… FALLING FOR YOU

You were the beats to my heart,

The lyrics to my song.

You were the sweet essence to my cake,

The one you love, when I’d bake.

Seconds, minutes, and hours passed,

So did days, months, and years.

You did not care a tiny bit when you left,

Breaking me and my heart, bit by bit.

And yet, you’re the one I always run back to

Whenever my heart seeks solace...

I deemed you to be my ‘Mr. Perfect’,

Like a perfect blend of sweetness,

With a tint of wilderness.

I thought it was with you where I belonged, 

For you were the beats to my heart.

                                                                                      ~ H. Laxmi Priyanka (BA)

"MY LOVE" - A Poem by G. Snehitha, BSC, MPCS, Final Year

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MY LOVE

Hey!

You are like salt in my bhindi,

You might be last, but without you there's nothing.

You are like an interesting ad, 

Which cannot be skipped between the films of my life,

You are like my sanitizer - without which,

I cannot fight diseases like COVID.

You are like AB(-ve) blood group, 

Very rare to find.

You are many things, but in the end,

You are my love, inspiration, family, friend and guru.

                                                                                                ~ G. Snehitha (BSC, MPCS)

 

"FOREVER" - A Poem by T. Anurupa, BSC, MSCCS Final Year

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FOREVER 

How do I reach you?
When you are at a peak sight!
How do I gossip with you?
When you are my illusion!
How do I frolic with you?
When you are my pie in the sky!
Whom do I yell at?
When you are not around.
Yet I adore you always,
In my heart,
In my heart forever.
                                                          ~ T. Anurupa (BSC, MSCCS)

"The Last Semester" - A Narrative By D. Haripriya, BSC, BZC, Final Year

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THE LAST SEMESTER

                                Today, as I entered the college a strange mix of feelings started to hit me from the very first step. "What is this?", I asked myself - just to realize that it is going to be my last semester in this wonderful place. The main gate welcomed me with the same nervousness as it had, on my first day of college. My close friends were waving at me from a distance, "Hi bro!", My inner self thinking about how I got through three years so quickly; my mind settled a bit and switched on the rewind button. All of us started a journey on the same day, as strangers. We joined the class, made friends, made best friends and as everything fell into place, we started to collaborate with seniors, helped the management during special events; we started to create our own space and mark our own niche here. Everything went on perfectly, until the unexpected cameo of an event occurred. You know what I'm talking about, we are the (un)privileged batch to have our childhood dream come true; to have our exams cancelled and postponed. Little did we know that it was not just the exams, but one of the most beautiful phases of our lives that was being held up.

                              As quickly as we made acquaintances, so did we lose them all, as everything in the college became online. More than the names of our friends, we remember hearing the words ‘Am I audible?’. Cut the narrative to about six months later, news broke about the college reopening, everyone was excited to meet their pals, finish their trips, click good pictures…. Again, another bombshell and another wave; cut the narrative to final year of graduation, after all of us successfully completed two semesters online and are ready to be graduated.

                             What did these three years teach me? A self-doubt again!

                             Well, I came to know how important education is and how hard our lecturers work to keep us engaged while we banter in the last bench. How important mental health is, how I have neglected it all my life; I became a better person by recognizing my strengths and weaknesses; how important it is to have financial independence and will power. How important relationships are and how unpredictable life can be. I have discovered my interests and my inner personality. I was able to delete all the negativity around me and most importantly I have made best friends for life, though the bonds took ground online, they have been saviours in most situations that slipped out of my hand. Now as I recall everything, I feel that it was not an ordinary journey that anyone could randomly experience. I will definitely miss the labs, the canteen, the parking lot, the auditorium, the quadrangle - where I have spent most time in college. I will miss the feeling of being an under-graduate being carefree about the adulthood ahead. But now, here I am, just trying to tackle the toughest challenge that life has in store for me. Walking alongside my best friend, towards the class, while she asks me if our lecturer has come to college.

                                                                                                 ~ D. Haripriya (BSC, BZC)

         

                                                                                  

 "Laugh At Me" - A Narrative By Aishwarya Lakkakula, BA, Final Year

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LAUGH AT ME

                    "Hmhm hahaha" I heard the group laughing. "Hehehe" I laughed too. 

                    Those were the dog days of April and no dog was seen on the roads. I was done with my final exams of class five, ready to beat back the holidays. But, the ball is not always in our court, it was my father who played the game then.

                   My dad had never seen me as a growing baby but as a girl ageing, running towards her grey hair. It made him so anxious, that he never wished me on my birthdays. He wanted me to be acquainted with all the education in the blink of an eye, as if I would sleep on my ‘Ampashayya’ the next moment. An antique material he was for me.

                On the first day of my holidays, I was, as usual, jumping on the bed with Sai and Deepak, in front of the mirror. I didn't remember why we began to fight suddenly, but I hit Deepak hard on his chest and he started to cry with a popcorn face. My dad rushed and gave me a bear's look, knowing who the culprit was. He pulled my arm and threw me into math tuition class. But he didn’t know that I was not alone. While his right hand was pulling my left arm, my right hand pulled Sai's left arm and we both landed in the tuition class. Sai glared at me, as if I were a terrorist on a suicide mission. I laughed at him.

                  My tuition was not a typical homework- mugging up- beating up business. It was a cage-free class with no divisions. The same chapter was taught to all the students, irrespective of their age and class. We not only had our classes taught by the teacher, but also by the students. It was fun being there. 

                 I was the same wherever I landed. No dad, no sir, no tuition class could control my talkative mischief. I always talked and talked and talked and questioned and questioned and questioned. One crazy morning, sir was teaching trigonometry and I was as busy as he was, disturbing my bench-mate. Sir turned around and pulled me out of the first bench, not to limit my talking, but to teach the class on behalf of sir. I pleaded him, not a no. "Hehehe" I laughed. I liked talking about anything, anywhere and to anyone.

                   I grabbed some coloured chalk from him and drew a square, to derive the Pythagoras theorem. The moment I started to talk, everyone in the class cackled at once. I wondered not, because I knew they were laughing at my language. I was a Telugu medium student, so I explained them, “On drawing a ‘Karnamu’, the ‘Chaturasram’ is divided into two ‘Lamba-kona Thribhujalu’”. I didn't feel bad at all. I too laughed with them.

                Sir turned bitter at their behaviour, but was surprised by my response. He was the only one who understood my dialect and looked at me, placing his dry hand on my head and pronounced "I congratulate you my dear for doing the toughest job ever. Do you know? It is easy to make people cry but it is very difficult to make them laugh, and you did it. You be the same. You will be happy." I was struck by those beautiful words and they always resonate in my mind. This time, I smiled at him and jumped to my mischief and it continued. 

                 I am happy for the people laughing with me and I am happy for the people laughing at me. I am selfish. All that matters to me is your laughs. 

                          Come to me, to laugh. 

                          Laugh and laugh and laugh!

                                                                                   ~ Aishwarya Lakkakula (BA)

"Make Everyone Smile" - A Poem by Rapolu Nancy, BBM, II Year

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MAKE EVERYONE SMILE


A smile is the key to open a heart,

To change a life.

A smile cannot be bought,

But can be spread through happiness.

A smile is one of the best gifts from God;

No matter the problems you face,

Never lose your smile -

Accept what life is all about,

Then you can see your life change.

People wish to change many things in their lives,

But make no difference.

A smile can bring many changes in life;

Smile wholeheartedly, it is precious.

Life is short - smile and spread happiness,

Be the sunshine everyday.

                                                                                                             ~ Rapolu Nancy (BBM)

"She Wants To Live!" - A Poem by Chandana Naikal, B.Com Computers, 2C

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SHE WANTS TO LIVE!


There was a girl -

Who was worthy of everything.


She knew that,

She was among the endangered species -

Since she was being murdered before birth.


She screamed when someone killed her,

While she was in her mother's womb.


She begs for a life to live,

Everyone talks about her safety,

But she doesn't feel safe anywhere!


Stop, the voice rises -


She is omniscient and multipotentialite.

She needn't beg for a life,

She is the one who gives birth to life.


The world will be chaos without a girl child,

She knows how to fight for her rights,

She knows how to get back her freedom of living.


If recognized - her potential,

Could be the solution to many problems.

If encouraged - with courage,

She could do wonders.


She is the symbol of all emotions.

                                                                                                    ~Chandana Naikal (B.Com)

"Let Go of It" - A Narrative by Prabha Tiwari, B.Com Regulars, 2A

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LET GO OF IT!

                                  I stared at my replica. There was no difference, but just that she had black orbs, completely black. It would be an understatement to say that I wasn’t terrified, because I was. But how is this possible? Who is she? I know that it’s me. But she may be the dark and evil side of mine. It felt like my soul would leave me anytime soon.

                              “Yes, you are right. I’m a dark and evil side of yours. You know what, I pity you and it disgusts me that I am you. You are a little piece of crap who doesn’t deserve to live. Do you know why? Because you can be anything but good. Just look at yourself. Such a piece of waste you are. You couldn’t be a good daughter, a good friend, or a good lover. Nothing in you is good. I’m ashamed that I am you. Tchhhh! Such a waste that exists in the nine realms. Why don’t you die than being a burden to the earth. You know what, if it was in my hand, I would definitely kill a person like you.” She spat at me with those furious black orbs. I could feel her anger in me. Well, why would I not? After all, she was me.

                               It terrified me to no extent. I so wish I could deny the facts that the replica stated. But, I know they are all true. I could be anything but good. I couldn’t be a great daughter, not a good friend and not a good lover. I felt a terrible pang in my heart. Her words pierced my heart and broke it into millions of pieces. But then, “You know what, you’re right. Every word you spoke is as true as this universe is. But my past doesn’t matter. I know I couldn’t be a good daughter, but now that I am a good person, as my parents wanted me to be. The path I chose, I’m sure my parents are proud of me. I wish they were here with me to see that at last, I’m happy. Even this is true, that I couldn’t be a good friend. I couldn’t save my only friend from that fatal accident. But I tried my best. And love? How will a person like you understand what love actually is. That man didn’t deserve me, he betrayed me, he cheated on me, so I left him. I know you have the capability to corrupt me, alas you can’t. I know I have flaws; actually, tell me who doesn’t have flaws. Every person that exists in this universe has flaws in them, am I any exception? No! Right? Then why? Why should I die? Why should I suffer? Just because I chose what I wanted and I wanted to be happy, should I suffer? No, a big no for it. Do you understand?”, I screamed my thoughts.

                              She chuckled and said, “You are really something, aren’t you? You know what, only you can beat yourself. I thought you would fall for my trap, but you are something different. Really different. All the best. By the way- it was nice talking to you.” And then I was on the hospital bed. Great. But it feels different in a good way. I sigh when I see a doctor approaching me.   

                                                                                                       ~  PrabhaTiwari (B.Com)           

 

"LONELY" - A Poem by Shalini Devi Dakoju, BSC, FNZC, III Year

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LONELY


In this fast-paced world, I needed to reach somewhere,

I wanted to look at you, so I sat right there.

Thoughts are fights with deep despair;

Every single nerve in me says, 'You don't care'.

Always trying to reach you,

Waiting to find you, searching to see you.

Endings are not the happiest except on-screen,

And the journey I dreamed with you is surely, unseen.

Turning the pages on my diary,

I realized they are oh! So heavy.

The truth, the myth and the weight I put on the levee,

It scattered into pieces,

Leaving me expectedly, lonely.

                                                                                       ~ Shalini Devi Dakoju (BSC, FNZC)

"THE COURAGE TO WITHSTAND ANYTHING" - An Article by Shazia Salama, BSC, BTCFS, II Year

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                               THE COURAGE TO WITHSTAND ANYTHING

                           It is said that life gives us many problems, but we should be willing to face any circumstances that life throws at us. As life goes on, there are new challenges and more problems for us to solve. No matter what happens in your life, always face it with a smile. “They were times when I used to enjoy my life to its fullest, but suddenly one day, in my sixth grade, I had this terrible pain in my left ear, which was so immense that I couldn't bear it. After school, I went home and informed my parents about it, but they did not take it seriously. As years passed, my left ear continued to ache, and I just couldn’t endure it.  I passed my sixth grade with flying colours despite the pain. I entered tenth grade but the pain in my ear was still there - insufferable. My parents then realized that it was serious and took me to a hospital in Mehdipatnam. Over there, skilled and experienced doctors were surprised by how I had tolerated the pain for so long. My parents got to know that I had a hole in my ear drum since this deadly contaminated disease has fully damaged my left ear. I was hospitalized immediately.

                           The board exams of my tenth grade were approaching; for me, this is what it was like, I was in the operating room on the table, the nurse inserts an IV needle in my arm and starts a dip, they anaesthetize me. When I woke up, I was on some powerful analgesic drugs, it actually took me a while to figure out what was going in and out of my consciousness. My journey through an eight hour surgery,  was delicate and a complicated case for the doctors. Later on, I was told that the doctors had successfully cleaved it out and I had eight stitches behind my left ear. I thanked the Almighty God for this. I was scared that my final exams were at hand. People around me said that I shouldn't stress about my exams, as I could repeat my tenth grade next year. But my inner soul did not give up and my gut feeling told me that I had to crack it! I was reluctantly prepared to write my exams, with how much ever I studied. As I finished my exams, I was eagerly waiting for my results. To everyone’s surprise, I scored an overall CGPA of nine(9.0). My parents were proud of me and congratulated me on my success. My recovery was also made possible by all the medicines prescribed by the doctors.

                           Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all !!

                                                                                                 ~Shazia Salama (BSC, BTCFS)

"VAMPIRISM" - A Poem by P. Navyasri, BA, III Year 

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VAMPIRISM


My guy-friends are vampires,

I shut off my human feelings.

My best friend is a witch,

She always rescues me.


My childhood friend is a werewolf,

He disappears on full moon days.

My brother is a vampire hunter,

A kid too innocent to kill someone.


The curse has begun working on me,

I'm the reason, I have to break free.

The Originals are waiting for my word,

But my supernatural friends don’t let me.


The witches are spelling and chanting,

The hybrids are sired by the Originals.

Slowly I'm turning into a vampire,

But I’m the last of a doppelgänger.


It feels like you are touching,

Every nerve of my body.

Everything is heightened,

I’m a blood sucker and a ripper.


Losing someone you love is the

Worst thing; I thought, but I was wrong,

The worst feeling is in the moment -

When you realize you have lost yourself.

                                                                               ~ P. Navyasri (BA)

"ONE AND A NINETY NINE PERCENT" -  A Poem by P. Navya Sri, BA, III Year

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ONE AND A NINETY NINE PERCENT

When I did not know what love meant,

I loved you with all my soul.

Now that I know what love means,

You aren't here with me.


There are many that are after me,

Forcing me to accept their shallow love.

I don't know what about me, enthuses them;

Such follies are entertained in inventory rumors,

They have no access to my heart any longer.


Now, I think of my dignity -

Because of you and for you, my love.

You just stopped at that one percent,

Yet I am here, at a ninety nine percent -

Obsessed with your smile, your words;

I levitate by thoughts of you and your feelings.

                                                                                                      ~ P. Navya Sri (BA)