Tuesday 8 December 2015

Lamentations - Moikup Longcha (BA 6th Semester)

Where is love?
Where is peace?
I don’t feel any of it,
For I see only tears of pain.
Every morning when I wake up,
I hear the screams of killing and corruption,
And of wars demanding freedom,
While no one knows the reason for bloodshed.
No one cares for someone’s life,
And what grows is hatred,
Which in turn brings fear.
Can anybody hear the cries of souls?
Does anybody see the pain of love?
Where is humanity?
What on earth is happening?
Alas! These are unanswerable questions.
Who are we to blame,
The leader? The politician?
Do I dare blame religion?
Thousands have lost their lives,
And people fear people.
We are living, just waiting to escape,
This funny, cruel, and evil world.


Photography credits- Eiward Photography

Monday 7 December 2015

In Memoriam - Sosangmar (BA 4th Semester)

Like waves of the sea, our days are gone,
And this little life is undone.
When in the wee hours I saw the glimmering light,
Your home, it came to my sight,
Blissful childhood memoirs to forfeit.
It embraced me with a warm gentle touch.
But alas! This dreamland wouldn’t last.
For away from home I had wandered such,
This blessed thought is like chasing a cloud.
That gifts me a benign cruel blow,
And yet fills my soul with thy glow,
To survey this land with a thought.
Everything in its season leave memories,
Only some are as special as yours.



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Sunday 6 December 2015

A Requiem - Vinika Chishi (BA 2nd Semester)

Restless souls craving muses.
“Lay your feet on the crisp grass,
Feel the wind so fair, the sun so warm.”
And fainter grow the voices of nature.

Helpless beings trees are.
If movable they were,
I often do wonder,
Would they shift,
Like the cart that shifts bricks?

Yellow, red, green, and brown,
Colours taken for granted.
Trees, they say, “Our leaves fall,
Stop for a moment, smile...live!”

For their fate is iron clad.
Those memories they held, rooted deep,
Perhaps they stand firm to this day,
Telling us, “There is no place like home.”

The tranquil fresh air,
The music of the breeze.
We will mourn the emptiness,
Mourn indeed.

For they love us humans,
They would lay their branches,
And trunks would be bared,
All for our convenience.

Maybe some scorching day,
Someone will stand there and lament,
“Something is missing…
Something that was so wonderful.”

 Little did they know,
A faithful friend had they,
Who now is forever lost.
Modernity comes, but at what cost!


Photograph Courtesy: Anjan Behera



Friday 4 December 2015

Confessions of a Nervous Mind - Vini H Aye (BA 2nd Semester)

And now is the time,
For garnering what was sowed.
All things in the world,
Seem like awaiting a rebirth.
The beginning is unknown,
The past is unforgettable,
And the future is unpredictable.
As minds shiver,
And hearts grow cold,
Everything dons a pale demeanor.
Things that we everyday do,
Today seems all new.
The winter seems chillier,
And fears of a tempest prevail.

All we need to do,
Is to stand firm and strong,
By faith, by hope, and by truth.
It’s time to face fears,
Gather rewards and prove,
Our destiny and future,

All inscribed on those faithful boards.




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