Enigma by Yathirajasri Sandugula, BSC, FNZC, III Year

Photo Credit: Special Arrangement

ENIGMA

I'm an enigma.

One part poetry, 

one part kindness, 

and 98: wilderness. 

It'll take a life time 

just to figure me out; 

leaving no time 

for anyone to contemplate. 

And that's okay.

It's more than okay!

I prefer being a mystery unloved,

 rather than solved to be loved.

 I'm an enigma

 and I intend to be so. 

 

Melting Memories by Deepshikha Patangay, BA II Year

 

Photo credit: Dr Jhilam Chattaraj

Melting Memories 

Primary schooling brought us together,

Though being classmates,

We never neglected each other.

High school changed our lives,

Though as classmates again,

We needed each other.

 

Friendship turned into an unbreakable bond,

No matter how many entered,

They failed to part us from each other.

Growing older in life,

We found our ways,

To stay with each other.

 

Kids who turned up into adults,

We saw the vision of tomorrow,

Of living with each other.

Daydreaming of something big,

The wild storm arrived,

To depart us from each other.

 

The journey came to an end,

Just like the way two sailors,

Who sailed the boats without each other.

Was it a mirage or fate?

Was it the past or the new venture?

That forced us to live without each other.

 

Wish! We lived up to the title,

"The Greatest Friends"

Just like Antonio and Bassanio,

Who stood beside forever.

But these feelings had to be buried,

Beneath the Earth forever.

 

Just like Behrman's last painting,

I pen down my feelings for one last time,

Paying a small tribute,

For the uncountable memories,

Which permits me to walk away from the past,

To start a new journey without her.

"Breeze and Blossom" - A Poem by Pitla Ruchitha

Breeze and Blossom

Nature is the plant that grows so tall.

Nature is the essence of beauty everywhere;

Nature is excitement and wonder that needs our care.

Nature is the blessed sight

Of the rolling hills at noontide,

The skittering squirrel and the bumble bee.

Nature is the eclipse—bright and piercing,

Or the gloomy one, with a silver lining.

Nature is heaven's reflected glory.

Nature is what we hear:

The Bobolink and the sea

Thunder, the cricket—

Nature's harmony!

                                    - Pitla Ruchitha (BA)

"I Am Not What You Want" - A Poem by Aishwarya Lakkakula

I Am Not What You Want

Seek me not in your heart.

Dig me not deep in your thought.

Darken me not with your dart,

Write to me not with your citrine font.

Touch me not to your nine day part,

Love me not for your desire—

For love is not what you want.

                               - Aishwarya Lakkakula (BA)

"Bangtan Bomb" - An Ode to BTS by Veda Sri

Art by Vedasri (BA)
Instagram: @_art_cart07_

Bangtan Bomb

Thank you for making me believe that I'm the one I should love 

And I promise that I won't let you down.

You are the cause of my euphoria,

The reason for my self reflection

And because of you my inner child always has a sweet night.

Whenever I listen to Daechwita I just dance without any fear,

Because you told me that we don't need permission to dance.

You are my wings, which make me fly;

You are my legs, which make me run.

You are my first love,

The one who told me I should spend my blood sweat and tears for myself and no one else.

So what if you don't know I exist?

Because I know when I go to the magic shop, 

You will always be there to hold me tight when I need you.

I know this isn't fake love because you are my idol who taught me to love myself.

                                                                                                         - Vedasri (BA)

"I Am A Girl" - A Poem by G. Sai Pranayanjali

I Am A Girl

I am a girl,

Brought into the world,
To only ever be perceived as a doll.

I am a girl.
No place in the world
Is constant for me.

I am a girl
In this vast ocean of democracy—
Locked up in spite of it.

I am a girl,
No person could bear
To call me theirs.

I am a girl,
Told to smile to be valued—

I wasn't valued for my heart,

I wasn't be respected for who I am.

                        - G. Sai Pranayanjali (BA)

"Melancholic" - A Poem by Hiranmayee Srinivasan

Melancholic

It seems blue everywhere,

like the bodies of the dead.

I seem to be scared of it,

as a child, of the boogeyman.

It urges me to doubt

the reality of this dreadful dream.

What is it that I bore

so seamlessly within my mind,

that hinders all the thoughts within?

Is this an end like Hamlet's tragedy?

Or am I the Abhimanyu in the Padmavyuha —

for my heart possesses no hope!

                                               - S Hiranmayee Srinivasan (BA)