"Let Me Love" - By Bhumika Raikote of BA Second Year

Picture Credit : Special Arrangement 

Tired of shattered days,

The teeming tears,

The dreadful past,

The heartless living.

Stop! Enough.

Let me love.

Let me set aside overthinking,

Future over to God,

Past in a locked box,

At present, let me love.

I found my love,

Barriers broken, way crystal clear

I found tranquility

In my love.

Let me love.

Let me feel.

Let me breathe.

"An Untold Poem" - By Hafsa Ahmed of B.Sc FNZC First Year

Picture Credits : Special Arrangement 

The promises left unsaid,

The bond left unbroken, 

The soul taken away,

Unsaid and uninformed.

I wish, I could rewrite my stories again,

But I can only look over these few

Beautiful pages of my diary,

And drop my tears with a smile,

With the memories,

That can never be replaced.

"My Light House" - By J.Florence Hope of B.Sc BTCFS Second Year 

Picture Credit : Special Arrangement 

You may see me but I'm not here, 

An empty building deep of hollow filled with echoes,

At dawn I may disappear but at the hours of darkness,

I am luminescence of hope to lost ships to the harbour.

The storms raging where the sea meets the skies, 

Amidst the watery voyage a small boat cries,

Fighting against the gruesome tides ,

Making way where the harbour lies.

I tried following the stars to show me a way,

But the lighthouse came to my rescue and took me away,

Being the only ray of hope in a foggy sea of hopelessness,

Death awaited me but the lighthouse helped my helplessness.

A huge building, yet filled with emptiness

A huge wave of heaviness,

Still being the conqueror to all the astray ships,

At the crack of dawn you may see me, but I'm not here.

"A Strange Melancholy" - By Hafsa Ahmed of B.Sc FNZC First Year 

Picture Credit : Special Arrangement 

It's this strange feeling,

This sarcasm I’m feel’in  

When I needed thee love 

I didn’t thee, get it 

And now after getting lost  

And losing myself, losing 

Everything and everyone, 

I’ve learnt to have peace.

With myself I like to be lost,

In my solitude from twilight, 

Till dawn and from dusk till midnight,

I no longer need anyone’s love and

Affection or talks and jokes to entertain myself, 

Now I’m getting thee love and appreciation,

I never imagined to have and get.

Then I sat at twilight waiting to 

See the moon and dreaming, how 

These strange people were filling 

The emptiness in my heart and soul,

Loved me where I was left unloved.

Now I don’t know what to do thee,

For I’ve forever lost those people.

“Preserve the Roots” - By Swaroop Kanwar of BA Final Year

Picture Credit : Special Arrangement 

In the compulsion of fulfilling needs,

In the greed of money,

In the urge to infrastructural development,

Villages turned into polluted urbans.

The essence of rural faded,

And simplicity converted to intricacy.

Cattle rearing on the carpet of grass,

And rambling of people seems endangered.

I remain nostalgic about those nights,

When starry sky was the screen,

The charpoy our theatre seat,

And the cool breeze, the pleasant music.

Under the pressure of development,

Hope we do not destroy the rural pleasure,

Preserve the aesthetic treasure,

And make a balanced urban-rural advancement.