I Call It A Stolen Season - Mhalo Ngullie (Asst Professor, Dept of English)

Life is fragile, beckoned with atrocities,

Pains and the facade of these madding-crowds,

Pains so painful as though the hawk trying hard

To come through the clutches of metals,

The disguise of men and women behind

The artificiality to cover the reality,

Such is the world that I live in.

In the midst of all these, there came

A season, unknown to anyone.

Never being touched, felt,

Heard or mentioned by anyone,

Where the streets went wider,  

The smiles went bigger and the reality seemed unreal.

Nothing seemed painful, there wasn’t any withering,

But felt I, the presence of ‘April’, the cool breeze,

Along with its sweet scent, nourishing my pale life.

The brown ground seemed fresh,

And I heard the laughter of the innocent.

Heart then became lighter with joy.

Alas! I knew that it had to end.

I knew that I will be shaken

And will be brought back to this wretched reality.

But I also knew then that I’ve made something imperishable

Which will live on in my memories

And I call it a “Stolen Season”

Hope in the Wind - Anubhav Tiakaba Kar (BA 3rd Sem)

All alone ;

Living in a memory

Of days that long are gone;

Your voice echoes in my mind,

Every single day,

I wonder, I wonder,

Where are you now?

Do you still think of me they way I do?

Left me in a state of madness,

For I am lost, now

I try not to think of  you

I try so hard to forget you;

But how  I  forget the one who saved me

You took away my pain ,

Though for a moment.

Now as I lay here and think of  you

Oh! How I wish that your still here with me.

I’m as broken as one can be!

Your voice echoes in my mind

I still feel your presence by me,

But the love we shared,

Is a love to be cherished for ages to come.

And I come to believe that though,

You’re not with me now,

You will forever be

The angel of my life,

Who saved me from myself!