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Friday, 18 June 2021

"Epiphany" - A Poem by Tahreen Fatima

Epiphany

Take my hand and walk with me,
Trodding upon the autumn leaves.

Pause in front of an abandoned house,
Admire its chipped paint and overgrown vines.

Then walk through its open doors and enter a wonderland,
Discover new things, left behind.

A desk overflowing with test papers,
And another with scattered stationery.

The hall is a palette of colours,
The walls, a collection of fame.

Trophies and medals, all screaming victory,
Lab equipment seen in its adventurous glory.

Then we see the canteen with lunch boxes, all empty,
And a cute cat, strolling by.

As we reach to the exit, music overflows,
And fills the air with the fragrance of joys and sorrows.

Voices cheering on each other,
And some uttering farewells.

Showers of confetti and glitter on our last step out;
Ahead of us, another new world, waiting to be conquered.

Smiling through the tears we look back — Oh! how we've grown —
And realise, love, indeed, transforms a house into a home!

I had a lot to say and write,
But I hope this poem will suffice.

Because scary aren't the goodbyes,
'Cause they mean, "Take care, till we meet again!"

The people I've met here will forever be gems of that part of my life, in which I've transitioned from a teen to a young adult.
Every teacher, every friend, have been helpful and godsent lessons in life.

To my juniors, take life as it comes, but leave a path behind.
And never forget to be kind, it'll come back to you in unknown ways.

And to my batchmates, let's continue to become better versions of ourselves while learning to love ourselves.
Because we've learnt the hard way that people's opinions should never alter how we see ourselves!

To my lecturers, I wish there was a phrase stronger and more meaningful than "Thank You"
But nonetheless, I'd want you to know that you've helped us bloom and encouraged us to do things we never thought we could do!

May Allah keep us the same, all tied together with the bond of love and keep us safe, especially in the current situation of the world!

                                                         - Tahreen Fatima (BtCFs)

Tuesday, 15 June 2021

"Sorrow of Nature" - A Poem by Sahithi Cheapuri

Sorrow of Nature

This is the sorrow of Nature.
We've failed to recognise her selfless nature 
Her deep-rooted earth is terribly polluted,
Her wings of fresh air are broken,
Her green plant children are murdered,
Her wet eyed rivers are lamenting,
Her baby birds can't remember to chirp.

This is the sorrow of those feathers,
Which were brutally plucked by the butchers;
Those innocent creatures were weeping for their life,
Until their last breath under the butcher's knife.
The flowing water lets out a deep melancholic cry
As we heartlessly pollute the heart of a river;
And we still assume that we are clever.

Eventually we try to overpower her —
Her heart sunk in hopeless sorrow,
While we ruthlessly over use and borrow.
Her body is submerged in pollution;
At least now, we must think of a solution;
Let's stop the cruel destruction
And encourage green construction.

                                   - Sahithi Cheapuri (BA)

Sunday, 30 May 2021

"A Birthday" - A Poem by Shaik Meera Saheba


A Birthday

The minute we are born we cause a family's happiness
And we live, commemorating the day each year by adorning new clothes,
Giving away chocolates and a celebratory handshakes,
Playing with friends during the early birthday parties
And stealing all the balloons decorating the walls,
Fighting siblings for that tempting piece of cake,
Blowing out candles and eating our favourite dish prepared by mom,
Playing musical chairs — all when we were children.
We grow up, only to miss all the fun.

                                                             -  Shaik Meera Saheba (BtCFs)

Sunday, 23 May 2021

"The Truth" - A Poem by Aishwarya Lakkakula

The Truth

The very life beyond the Satyuga,
The very thirst beyond the Dharmachakraparivartana,
The very violence beyond the Satyagraha,
Is one - the Truth - a popular make up.

I am not Harischandra, Buddha or Gandhi.
It's me and to me,
The Truth is not selling the better half to the grave
As if that Half was not heartfelt but just a 'Rebecca'.

To me the Truth is not leaving the promised Rahul
As if it was the child's mistake to land in the cradle by himself.

To me the Truth is not hanging the revolution with a feather of dove
As if the bloody silence was to hoist the monarchical peace in the dark.

To me the Truth is to be Humane.
To me the Truth is to tie a cent-knot to the word.
To me the Truth is the Equilibrium of 'Do' and 'Say'.

Truth is that I hardly speak
As it is to me the Ban love for you in the Pacific trench of my heart
That the coy cannot be expressed now and ever.

                                      - Aishwarya Lakkakula (BA)

Sunday, 16 May 2021

"Lockdown helped me give wings to my words" - An Article by Hiranmayee Srinivasan



The article "Lockdown helped me give wings to my words" by S. Hiranmayee Srinivasan was first published in Times of India, Hyderabad, Citizen: Reader's Corner on February 3, 2021




Lockdown helped me give wings to my words

There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story within you. – Maya Angelou

The coronavirus and the consequent lockdown were realities that none of us could ever imagine. However, for a person like me who has lived adventures, primarily in her mind, the sudden pause offered more time and space to relax and nestle between the unexplored terrains of my own self.

I have always wanted to learn many things but couldn’t do it, probably, because of lack of time or opportunities. This time, I figured out my interests. In the first few months, I took up a one-month certificate course on ‘My Captain’. I learned blogging, content writing, photography and got to know the basics of psychology, and also short film making through an App.

I met different people virtually, interacted with them, exchanged ideas, and gained quite an experience. Some months passed this way and slowly idleness started to consume me. I was not sure of what to do next. So, I decided to bring my new skills into action. I started a personal blog on my life experiences, lifestyle choices and also micro fiction.

At first, it was not easy for me to write down and edit my thoughts. It was time consuming and each post challenged my writing skills. I had to invest time in reading and improving my writing skills, I learnt things slowly and gradually and though errors are unavoidable, yet, I have learnt to rectify them with sincerity and humility. And today, because of my will and motivation, I am better at what I always wanted to do.

After 10 posts – seven on my life’s experiences and three fiction – I now have 23 followers. The blog has reached my friends, family and some other bloggers too.

I have also taken up sketching with pencil. Drawing and sketching were my childhood hobbies that brought me a balance of mind and body; peace and action and kept me away from over thinking. I am glad that the lockdown gave me a vision, a purpose, a passion to let my words take wings and bring back a positivity that can make me a better person.

                                                                                            - S. Hiranmayee Srinivasan (BA)

Sunday, 9 May 2021

"Duality" - A Poem by Keertana Kuchipudi


Duality

She was a storm with the potential to calm,

She was melancholy that could make someone joyous.

She was chaos that could transfigure someone's life,

She was a melody that could invigorate someone's thoughts,

She was a spell that could liberate someone's soul.

                                                   - Keertana Kuchipudi (FsCCs)

Sunday, 2 May 2021

"Her Semblance" - A Poem by T. Anurupa


Her Semblance

She is as beautiful as dayspring, but as scary as gloom.
Her voice is euphonious, and her heart is benign.

She is the voice to unknown tunes assembled by her soul.
She is a boost to others, but she needs to be cheered up.

She creates an aura of love, with the essence of eternity.
She is an enigma you crave for; she leaves you sleepless until you win her.

                                                      - T. Anurupa (MSCs)