“Unsolved” - By N.Sahithi Reddy of FNZC Final Year

 

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What is life?

Is it just stay alive?

Or cannot be seen with naked eyes?

Maybe depends on person’s drive.

What is wind?

Where does it end?

What is fire?

Where is desire?

Is it in heart? 

Or in thoughts? 

What is thought? 

Just experiences of life? 

Then again, what is life?

Absolute thought? 

Or entirely a plot? 

If I’m merely an idea, then who pinned it all? 

Who am I asking? 

Is it god? Or is it a fraud? 

Do you know the answer? 

Then who knows it all ? 

What is time? 

When was it’s prime?

Is everything here, mine? 

Or is it just wine? 

Abounding questions are mine,

River answers it fine,

Questions and answers flood in river,

Only truth remains forever.

“How much do I love him?” - By Devyani Konkati of BSC BTCFS Second Year

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How much do I love him?

I don’t know – I claim! Yet I knew,

Had he been a dream? If yes,

I would sleep it all and never intervene,

His absence ridiculed my presence,

Like the mockingjay’s perseverance,

He was made from tiny dust of art,

So beautiful, that I felt him with all my heart,

Full of delight, he looked like the bright twinkling night,

As if baked under the beams of moonlight.

How much do I love him?

I don’t know – I claim! Yet I knew,

I would defy the odds of the universe,

Just to enjoy his long lasting curse,

Will the madness for him ever stop?

Rather I chose to stay with it and rot,

Beyond a doubt, loving him forever never felt wrong,

Because

It made me feel like my favourite song,

Playing on and on and on …

“Burnt in Love” - By Srividya Chitta of BA First Year  

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My heart burns alive,

For its little self is not aware,

That it is not meant to yearn for you.

Your sight sets my skin ablaze,

Yet not a single bruise is found.

For my veins are filled with nothing,

But pure love I carry for you.

O’ye lover how do I tell you?

That you burn my heart.

But like the silver moonshine, you sheath my soul.

“Imagination : An Architect of Life” - By Swaroop Kanwar of BA Final Year 

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A power-taking birth, 

In the conscious mind,

And originating a new power of creativity.

A hope on which the world gets through,

And a state of pleasure,

Where consciousness seems unusual.

Let it respire in you,

Let it grow into a creator,

And spot the sparkle of magic.

Give it the wings it needs,

Allow it to reach the sky,

Cause it turns impossibility into certainty.