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.


Curious Curse- A Poet’s life in Intrigue

– Shrayansh Singh (Civil, 3rd year)


Creativity is a curse.
Spending hours composing a verse,
Struggling, stumbling, exploring;
Diving deep to discover
The rare abstractions of nature.


Losing track of time, and
Getting lost in the lust of imagination.
Failing and trying to sketch the vivid emotion.
Skipping lunch and dinner with some cheese and lemon.


Postponing dates and getting detentions
For the sake of literary leisure and poetic satisfaction.
Isn’t this abstract curiosity a curse of sense gratification?


I ponder and ponder
And think in the cauldron of phrases and words immortal.
Searching a mojo or a hex
To gank the demon Curiosity so stronger.


No! No! I cannot
I am too weak.
This is a curse I must endure
I could resist the desire no more.
Inquisitive mind’s sweet melody,
Rousing my mind and body.
This is the cursed curiosity.

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?



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.


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.


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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,
With their deeds,
But Now I try to woo you
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,


Than swim safe ashore.


Would you ?



-Garima Sood (ECE 15408)

How does it feel to deceive someone?

How does it feel to be deceived?

I don’t have the answer to the first one,

It might feel good I’ve perceived.

Not easy to be bad I had earlier thought

It’s easy to be good and kind

But now with me has my conscience fought:

To ponder once again and remind

Myself that not all those who look good are good enough;

Not all who seem bad are bad.

Because the good ones often leave you with a nasty touch;

And it’s the bad ones who change this fad.

Nobody’s good nobody’s bad

It’s a momentary state of mind,

Today a person may seem so good;

Tomorrow this goodness will be hard to find.

Your heart can be wrong too sometimes,

It can make mistakes and trust

Cause deceivers are so very experienced these days

What they give you is a nice big thrust!

But life doesn’t stop it goes on’

Just a bit scattered for some time;

Then you collect it all together again,

And come back to your happy time.





We Are Human Beings

Utkarsh Shekhar


We are human beings
The most intelligent species to tread this planet
Yet, I don’t see other animals
Hate one of their own
As humans hate humans

We are supposed to be the intelligent ones
The ones to love and care for all
The ones to rise and not to fall
But after all this time we have realized
We are the stupidest of them all

We are human beings
We have set ourselves apart
But is this how we wanted it to be?
Humanity made us humans
And now we are shedding it away

Humanity made us humans
Humanity made us wiser, but,
We drew boundaries on land and set people apart
We created religion and set people apart
And we created money and set people apart

We are human beings
And we have lost our way in the world
We used to be selfless and helpful and pure
Not anymore, the cries of the needy are heard
But they are now ignored

We have created a world
Where the need for love and affection is
Replaced by the need for worldly goods
Where we can’t get enough of anything
Though we don’t need anything but food

We harbour hatred and forget the good
We wreck havoc to settle disputes
Our minds should have come to our rescue
But, our minds have made us monsters
Yes, this what we have turned into

I know not what the future holds
I know not what others have in their minds
The thing that I do know is
The world has become too self centered
To know the value of humanity

People ask
Is it just a one way road?
A one way road to the slow death of humanity?
The answer to that is easy
Of course not

But, I think,
We are asking the wrong question here
The right question should be
Do we have it in us to turn this around?
Turn us into the humans we were supposed to be?

I Am Yours

I Am Yours

By- Shrayansh Singh (Civil 1st year, 14173)

I am a book, read me.

i am a paper,

write your feelings &

scribble your anger

on me.

Use me

to absorb your tears, &

don’t throw me after use,

but when you feel cold,

burn me to feel warmth.

I am a mirror,

use me

to see your beauty.

I am a tree,

shelter in my shadow

& I will protect thee

from the world’s hostility.

I am the air,

feel my presence around thee,

& i will rise you

to zenith’s height

I am a genie, thou

ask me

whatever you wish

& you will be gifted.

O dear! please hear

You are the empress of this solitary heart.

you are desired by everybody,

but you are loved by me.

You are my heart, my dream

My soul, my life & everything

where I reign!