Chasing Yourself

EDITOR: Aditya Prakash Singh

When we were kids,
chasing someone in hide and seek,
it was just a game I believed.
When I grew up a little,
came to know that fun was brittle,
chasing in games was no longer there
the world said chase marks and results,
or beware.

Chasing was no more fun,
comparison with friends was burden of a ton,
but all it included was a pun,
it said at least I offer friends for fun.
When I grew up some more,
I realized chase washed me to a shore,
so lonely and so tore,
I wished in anger I could roar.
But no point was there even for anger,
as nobody was there to hear rejoinder.

Now, I have grown up more,
standing still on the same shore,
waiting for a hand smooth and soft,
to hold my hands which have turned sore.
I wish a day would come,
no chase will be there,
not on land not in water neither in air.
And all souls will light up as flairs,
I wish a day would come,
the chase comes to an end.
We will just return playing hide and seek,
and of us will be friends.

The chase which put us apart,
will drive us back where we were a part,
the chase which left us alone,
will have no reason to make us mourn.
But still,
it is a wish that the chase will be gone,
but ultimately I am chasing my wish,
so the chase is still not gone,
and now I feel like a moron.
But still, I believe the chase will be gone.

World of Sleepless Nights

EDITOR: Shruti Bhatia

On sleepless nights,
I dream of skies
So lit and eternally bright
Filled with stars and natural light.

But when I reach out and open my eyes,
I only find the glimmering street lights.
The stars are gone which were bright
Overwhelmed by the artificial light

The dream once lied in skies
As there goes the natural light.

On sleepless nights
I dream of,
A lap which was forever there to lie,
It’s only there now, for a device so sly.

A hand was there to hold me steady
Now its rough and no longer ready.

The eyes which were for only me to see
Are now clutched on a screen to make prestige.

On sleepless nights,
I dream,
A world with no more ties
Devices not so sly,

Of hands to hold and a lap to sleep
Fingers to play and eyes to see

I dream with open eyes
As they say dreams with open eyes
Come true, that’s why I dream
Only on sleepless nights.

Tricoloured Veins

EDITOR: Deepti Nair

As the day approaches,

And the tricolour soars high in the sky.

The spirit of freedom clutches,

The soul gets pumped up with joy.

When the deepest fear crunches,

Which the force of pride nullifies.

Then we say our brimming veins,

Are thronged with the tricolour ,

A feeling of patriotism they signify.

I wish you share the pride,

Brought  to you at your doorsteps.

I wish you, like a bird, freely glide,

Because of freedom kept by your sheds.

But, I wish you remember the sacrifice,

Which brought these gifts to your hands.

The country is beautiful and young,

It is ready to shine and reign.

The country is cheerful and rugged,

And its people with unity are ready to stand.

The nation waits to be hugged,

By the people it upends.

It is the time for energy to be clubbed,

And be the force to hold the strands.

The blood is fresh and full of pride,

The youth might take many strides.

The diversity maybe a lot more wide,

But the unity which lies is huge and unaviged.

The soul is pumped for the epic moment,

The ears are alert for the sound of the trumpet

The eyes are staring for a look of the pennant,

But the heart is still throbbing with the blood in veins.

Bodies bleeding tricolour without any cuts, without any pain.

The Brain Drain

EDITOR: Gyan Akarsh

When the mind blows out,
all the thoughts are squeezed out.
no views no memoirs remain,
all views and experiences go in vain.
a state of mind where nothing retains,
what’s more terrifying than a brain drain.
A  fierce flash bang of darkness,
which leaves nothing to harness.
hopes devastated leaving utter numbness,
all that is left is an emotional carcass.
sentiments turn into an utter mess,
leaving one option, to be suppressed.

The ease and stability has to be sustained,
composure and balance shall be retained.
There is only one way to maintain,
self control is the key to choke the drain.
The truth still remains same,
a brain drain is much better,
than a brain in a drain.
So use the power which you have gained,
harness the aura of the beast you tamed.
it might not be the best one claimed,
but at least its not in a drain.

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Sigh Of Relief

EDITOR: Aditya Prakash Singh

When the mind suffers with up’s and down’s,
it’s a challenge to cope up, what surrounds.
The only aim visible in reach,
is that instant which one needs.
A second of calm, a tick to carefree,
it’s hard to achieve a sigh of relief.

The world has turned into utter chaos,
people dodging states of havoc.
No time to see the dreams,
achieving them is so far it seems.
A chance to achieve, a peaceful sleep,
a chance to see our broken dreams ,
all we need is a sigh of relief.

The world has forgotten,
the importance of peace.
Nobody cares about others it seems,
the race for more is on a seize.
Culture destroyed, innovations detonated,
all the eyes which saw dreams are now evacuated.
But it is still an irony when someone leaves the world,
we say rest in peace,
because we know the person went without having,


EDITOR: Aaratrika Chatterjee

When your heart pours out feelings,
When your mind sets up for dealings,
The thought is taken for granted,
And your mind is left devastated.
Those who judge the feelings,
Those who reject the dealings,
Leave us with no choice but,
To suppress our feelings.

But today I speak a defying speech,
Today I see the denial they preach,
They should know the pain of a trial,
They should know how it feels on denial.

No reasons any seasons,
Only a refusal as treason,
A prison for thoughts and feelings,
Yet flourishing with hideous meanings,
Neither sympathy nor an apology,
The return of acceptance turns sloggy,

Now I realise the truth of acceptance
It’s not good to always live in negligence.
What must go on is the trial,
To turn up the reason for the denial.

Thoughts on a Deadline

EDITOR: Aditya Prakash Singh

When the fear cramps you,
Where your mind betrays you,
Your thoughts restrict you,
The moment which stuns you,
When it comes face to face,
That moment will never stay,
It will flow as the trees sway.

As it is not a cycle which goes,
It is a line of terror,
Which creates emotional tremors,
A line which intercepts every story,
Every mind,
Nothing fierce it can be except a deadline.

The time brings it along,
We try to stretch it out long.
Nobody but the time owns it I see,
But still given by people it seems.
It brings out a bouquet of feelings,
Fear and confidence a blend with team playing.
Faced by all at times,
The dilemma is, should it be offered?
Or shall it be applied?

A lot of interest it seems you have
As you read till now,
But I prefer that you go now,
As the time will not be a spectator,
You too have to be a worker.
I think you too have a deadline,
To match up and to conquer.