"Valorous Women" - By Ayesha Siddiqua of BA First Year 

Picture Credit : Ayesha Siddiqua 

Be Bold enough to dream,

And brave enough to try,

Be Bold enough to use your voice,

And brave enough to listen your heart,

Be bold and brave, my beautiful queens.

Dare to believe that you can,

Dare to make your dreams a reality,

Dare to live your life limitlessly,

Dare to be yourself,

Be bold and strong enough,

To live a life you've always dreamt of.

"Crumbling Kinship : A Tapestry of Gratitude and Betrayal" - By Prakarshitha Borra of BA Final Year 

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In shadows of kinship, trust was sown,

A family’s embrace, a haven to own.

Yet, the ties that bound, so fragile, so thin,

Crumbled beneath the weight of the unseen.

In halls of family, echoes of strife,

Where once was solace, now a fractured life.

Friends, once allies, turned to wield the knife,

A narrative of betrayal, cutting like a scythe.

Siblings, once pillars, now shattered and torn,

A heart once whole, in fragments is worn.

Extended kin, once a sanctuary, now scorned,

A trust obliterated, a foundation mourned.

Through wreckage of hopes, I bear the weight,

A soul battered, a spirit in its direst state.

Blame not cast on those who participate,

For my trust, my own, I must re-evaluate.

In this crucible of pain, gratitude finds its voice,

To friends, to parents, to siblings, a choice.

To the ones who broke me, yet offered a lesson,

A conflicted thank you, a bittersweet confession.

For every betrayal, a mirror to my soul,

A reminder to rebuild, to regain control.

In the ruins of trust, a chance to be whole,

A journey of healing, a narrative to inscroll.

So here’s my gratitude, wide and vast,

To every actor in this intricate cast.

In the tapestry of life, lessons amassed,

A thank you to the present, a farewell to the past.

“Hey Girl” – By R.Srivally of B.SC MPCS First Year

Picture Credit : Special Arrangement 

If you think you don't have enough clothes, 

Be grateful to atleast own them.

Your parents refrain from sending you after 9pm,

Yet, they do send you before 9pm. right?

You say, they don't respect your choices,

Atleast they gave you choices.

You say, you are not allowed to go for night outs,

But at least you go out in day time.

You say your parents are too harsh on you, 

But atleast thank god you have them.

They love you a lot because you are their child.

“Embracing Tranquility” - By Desai Deepa Samirav of BA First Year

Picture Credit : Special Arrangement 

In this gentle current, there is a brief respite from chaos around. Here, the world’s dissipates and we savour this fleeting escape from reality. In this tranquil embrace, we find a momentary freedom, wishing time would stand still.

Yet, we know this serenity is temporary, a brief pause from life’s relentless current. But every stolen moment like this, renews our spirits, offering a glimpse of peace amid the storm. As the water carries us forward, we are all reminded that amidst all life’s turbulence, we all deserve moments of weightlessness, where we can simply be and breathe.

“I Lost Me, Again” – By Bhumika Raikote of BA II Year

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I lost again

When questioned, silence held my tongue,

No words emerged—except ‘nothing.’

I lost anew,

Judged again on past missteps,

My baggage opened for inspection,

My diary, my only confidant,

Was scrutinized and dragged into the light.

I lost again,

World aware but helpless,

No one beside to share burdens,

Pain remains unspoken.

I lost,

Confidence, emotions hanged on,

Steady hands shiver again,

Felt lifeless and loveless.

Again, I couldn’t help myself

From being lost.

I lost again.

I lost me again.

"People Of Greatness" - By Safiyyah of BA I Year 

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Nobody is successful by fate, 

Procrastination is their only hate. 

They are punctual to every gate, 

Neither they deny nor they're late. 

In every situation they'll be brave;

Hence we remember them,

Even if they reach to the grave, 

Success is the only thing, For which they crave.... 

Then comes a moment, 

Which takes everything from them like a wave. 

Story does'nt terminate here, As they restart, 

Having passion like an artist for his art. 

They always follow their plan, not the heart

If people drag them to negativity, they'll stay apart.

They'll never relinquish a rope, 

Which contains the strength of hope. 

They stand ever ready for cope, 

And never utter the word 'nope'.

Finally their battle of struggle won, 

After the hurt of millions of thorn, 

Fame is the vehicle which gives them a horn, 

They've lived the true life, not just born.

"Threads Of Time, Woven With Love" - By Bhumika Raikote of BA Second Year 

Picture Credit : Special Arrangement 

Your unspoken words, I keenly listen

Your untouched feeling, I profoundly feel

The comforting warmth in you soothens me,

Your words, a reassuring embrace, secure me.

The space we lived,

The moments we spent,

As precious as time,

A cherished bond, forever in its prime.

I implore you in my prayers,

I don’t desire you for materialistic reasons,

I yearn to endure this world with you,

When with you, the world seems heaven.

The love you carry for me is the Way,

 I’ve longed to be treated,

Are you real or

Am I Still living a dream ?