THE HEART SYMPHONY

by Sarthak Awasthi (CSE, Third year)

Wonder why this is how it is?
I suppose may be you don’t,
But I do it in solitude,
Figuring out a familiar theme,
Why it recurs every day?

The life is set for an ascent,
Though the mind is humbler than a peasant,
Craving for existence of another human beside you,
A moment so worth cherishing that it may in hindsight defy you.

Fallacy it may seem,
It may all at the end be left a dream,
How costly shall that be?
Shall I leave it to let it be?

There is no emotion here on show,
Cause there is only a thing or two to know,
There is no way to measure the intricacies of heart,
May be then someone will know how tough it shall be to part.

Let’s say it as frank as you can be,
Be as friendly as we should be,
I shall hold my heart in my hands,
Bar it from wandering to unknown lands.

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Twisted

A poem by Shrayansh Singh ,Civil Engg.,Third Year.

Three toddlers thought to talk thoughts
Too trivial thoughts to talk, the three toddlers thought.
This took the toddlers time to think through thoughts
Tickling tattered toddlers, the thoughts thought–
Trivial thoughts they think to talk to thoughts’ trespassing thoughts.

“Thee torments thou thinkers”-
three toddlers thought.
Trivial thoughts the toddlers thought to talk to
Thoughts the toddlers thought to talk.
This troubled the toddlers to think to talk.
Too tough to talk to thoughts, the Time thought.
To talk to the toddlers through the trouble,
Time travelled through tombs time tooled.

“To talk to thee thou travelled through time”-
told time to three toddlers.
Time tried talking to toddlers through thoughts.
Twitching toddlers twinkled,
Their thoughts tickled.
Together the thoughts trembled, tabled to talk to three toddlers.
“Thoughts too trifle to truffle”-
thought the three toddlers.

Tough to think truce, Time totalled.
Three twisted toddlers
Troubled Thoughts tenaciously.
Tired, troubled, tangled,
The trivial Thoughts threw in the towel.
Time thought-
“Task to talk thoughts too toiling,
Troubled toddlers travailed, tottering top to toe.”

This thought the tiny tramp, trespassing Time’s trap.

Just…keep breathing

A poem by Shrayansh Singh (3rd Year).

Hope is now a false lore,

Soothing, yet misleading more.

Struggle there is to endure,

Moribund life there is to survive,

Broken I am to the core.

 

Should I give in?

Should I cease breathing in?

This conundrum of survival is overwhelming.

The quandary is so confusing, exhausting,

A tight corner on the road mysteriously bending,

I look around for answers to questions,

Mocking my existence precariously.

Should I give in?

Should I stop breathing in?

Is giving up on one’s self just okay?

Is this battle worth fighting every day?

Waking up every morning,

With the fear of sinking in,

Heart clutched in the claws of Misery,

I slip into my shoes,

Too scared to go out,

Too weak to blurt out.

Should I give in?

Should I stop breathing in?

I ask myself this question,

Sitting in dark corner of this cave,

I ponder and ponder,

And think and yonder,

Bells didn’t ring, neither came any explanation.

 

Should I really stop breathing?

Whispered an old bird in a faint dream,

It twitched its frail wings,

shivered, coughed, breathed heavily.

Aged, its eyes were,

Face etched with struggles, experience the eyes bear.

Crooked shoulders. Flaky hair.

But full of energy, life, and air.

 

Should I really stop breathing?

Asked I to the wise old bird chirping.

Hope is rare, but a feeling so relieving,

A path of rose lies after the curve steeply bending,

If comes winter, how far lies the Spring?

What is life without troughs challenging?

What honour comes to warrior kneeling?

Light shall be here soon.

For now, just…keep breathing.

So, just…keep breathing, okay?

 

Colours

poetry by : Vansika Pareek, B.Tech (First Year).

Springs made their way;

From neck to pubis.

Shredded back and ensanguined soil.

Stripped off , I stand.

Silent, I stand.

Let splashes speak.

I flew with Chronos.

 

Plantations are quiet.

Slavery,

Abolishes of words.

For the eyes did say;

Know the difference.

 

Even if brand tags are missing;

Though not in emporiums,

Clothes are sold, maybe in a kiosk.

 

In other life,

I will choose on colours.

I HAVE A DREAM

Image source: The  Internet
Written by: Aarushi Sehgal, CSE(1st Year).
 
I have a dream,
Even if I am thrown away or ripped to shreds,
Deep inside my heart ,
I have a dream as precious as gems.
 
 
If by chance, without a reason,
Somebody ridicules me behind my back,
I would be patient,
I would just wait for the day.
 
 
As you always worry,
You say that foolish dreams are poisonous ,
Like a book, that tells us about the end of the world,
And there’s the reality that we can’t turn back now.
 
 
I have a dream,
I believe in that dream,
So please watch over me,
Standing in front of a cold wall called fate ,
I can firmly face it.
 
 
One day I will pass over that wall,
And I’ll be able to fly,
As high as the sky.
This heavy life can’t tie me down,
At the end of my life,the other day when I can smile,
The other day when I can smile,
 Let’s be together.

Essence of a Drop

 

by:  Krishna Mehra ,1st year, BTech(CSE).

Life, a mélange of different seasons,
One comes, other goes,
With tons of happiness and Pain.
Still remember that old day,
Sitting on the roof with you
Never thought!
How our friendship lasts so long…
Coming to the Earth, dying on Earth
Is not only your feature…
But your main motto
Is to give birth to a new creature…
Pitter-Patter on window panes
And lying down on road lanes
Friendship with you is different
Now your life has become so indifferent !
Be it us humans, animals or birds
Everyone is deteriorating your essence,
HURTING YOU-
With their deeds,
But Now I try to woo you
Dear,
You are very important for me,
For mother Earth and for all living creatures.
You give happiness and remove pain,
Because you are none other than Rain.

Would you?

by: Apoorva Sharma (15510)

You’d love her,

The one with a face

Not that lethal;

One who’s more of a rain ,

Than sunshine.

You’d love her,

The girl who is busy

More with novels,

Than dressing up;

Who’s rather silent ,

Than rhythms and words.

You’d love her,

The one who makes you

Drop deep down an ocean,

Dark,

Than swim safe ashore.

But,

Would you ?

Play the night

-Apoorva Sharma (First year)

Tonight goes on …

And you remember those songs

That played that night…by heart,

Celebrate every beat, that you danced upon

and the dresses ,the lamps and the art,

Yes, you know, your dance was a mess,

It had trips, and laughs and a little aggress…

but the memory of it,

Will always make you proud,

You felt that magic,

With your feet upon the ground.

Strangers, that became, well, “not-so-strange”

with them ,warbling, screeching,

on such a high range…

There went on a night that day…

And a different night goes on today…

But, if that music be,

enough to heal your soul today,

Let it play….

Let it play…

 

Two Faces

Two faces on this stage,TwoFaces-BlackandWhite

One is black and one is white,

One is shriek and one is quiet,

One bothers ,the other doesn’t.

What happens on the stage of life.

One ceases,the other goes on;

Till the breaker’s thinking goes ,

where your narrow minds get an end,

life starts from the very end.

Attached to the spiritual and eternal power,

Isn’t YOU but OUR inner soul.

Second face knows it,

where resides the human goal.

Me ,I and myself are many,

Few are the works of ‘we’,

ours is difficult to speak,

as the first face also sees.

Remove the black from your eyes,

wrap the white one round your hand.

Darkness will still reside in your heart, as thy heart is not so grand.

–  Diksha Bhateja (15564)