Futility of Success - Imchenmeren (BA 6th Semester)

You had a dream,

You wanted it to be true.

You gave your very best,

And you did achieve it.

You became successful,

You then had wealth.

And then you had power,

You made your dream come true.

But

You lost something precious;

You lost your emotions for love.

You had everything materialistic.

You lost the feeling

Of love and happiness.

Fallen so deep in your own dreams

You forgot what was most important.

You lost your son,

Your own daughter,

Your wife

And alas…yourself!

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Seeker - Mereninla Jamir (BA 4th Semester)

When worlds collide with  pride,
And minds where none exist;
Life just not a mere ride,
Rather how we live to exist.
Seeker I am, seeking for a solution,
To end conundrum she has to face,
Minds of men are a delusion,
And thus, leaves no trace.

No being knows what she's worth,
A duty it has been to serve humanity.
If only we see her value indeed,
And focus to perform our duty,
She will grow to give her best,
And all because of our sincerity.
That we put ourselves to test,
We will be loaded with her prosperity.

A day put myself to discover,
How it feels to be in midst of nature.
Her music enchants like a cover,
Where she chants of an ambiguous future.
The songs once relished with joy,
Have turned out to be a lament.
Tears roll in absence of an absolution,
In this greedy world of torment!

His art has solely been magnified
In all glimpses of her beauty.
Yet His works not been justified,
As we never sought her beauty.
What we see is for one's own self,
The eye not a seeker but destroyer,
Of mother nature and own self.
Thus to us, we have become a betrayer.

The Lost Love - Z Tonikali Kiba (BA 2nd Semester)

There was once a time,
When your laughter sounded melodic.
Your presence made me young,
And filled me with glee.
Alas! Those times have faded,
Like the passage of the winter winds.

We are with each other, yes.
And everything seems like before;
Nothing is...nothing!
On a cast bench of iron we sit,
Blemished with rust, flawed.
A long time has passed indeed.

The green leaves they sway,
Making the sun shine in patches.
The Christmas decor glows and swirls.
Perhaps we'll never love again,
But I know this, my dear love,
We'll never forget us as well.



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A Father's Love - Rhilo Mero (BA 3rd Semester)

To my unseen child, my one and only,
A fragment of my soul and flesh.
Who'll make me glad and happy,
And be the dawn of a new era.
So many things to tell and show you,
And even more to learn from you.

Right now I write to you,
Who will soon be born of me.
I know not of your nature,
Nor do I know of your future.
Tis’ much I know, that I’ll have you,
And with time we’ll grow together too.

I shall gift you my treasures,
To fill your world with pleasures,
So you may know what’s mine is yours;
Yours to keep and yours to store,
So that you may also do the same
To keep the honour of the Mero name.

Should you be a boy; be the man she loves,
Should you be a girl; be the one he is proud of.
If I were to choose between the two
I know I wouldn’t even dare to so do.
For I’m happy to have any,
In sharing my love that’s plenty.

Lastly, when the years go by,
Being human, I do fail you some day,
In supporting you unquestionably,
And be an embarrassment indeed,
In front of your friends be a pain,
Will you still call me your dad again?

I pray you do,
And even if you don't,
Forever my child you will be.

A Prayer for My Son - Vinika Chishi (BA 3rd Semester)

In the still evening of June,
A grieved heart sought for solitude.
Men could be cruel if they chose to lure.
The fate of a child has no place for a fool.
Beside the window, I stood still glaring,
The pavements visited by the echoes of children.
If a mother's desire I had for my firstborn,
A son I should say should be delivered of course.

With time ticking, I uttered a prayer,
Chose every word with careful dictation.
Every sentence out of love came from the heart,
Words of blessings and protection spoken.
It is the will of every mother for her son's happiness,
Destiny emerged from the tongue of a mortal.
For I was born into the world to fulfill,
The wishes of my dear mother's prayer.

His eyes when opened, look upon my love for him.
All his playful days be filled with wonder,
Songs of my lullabies put him to dream sweet dreams.
Everyday be an adventure as he greets the sun.
Like a prince I would like him to feel and know,
Whatever he needs, love, peace, hope, all is his possession.
Yes, may he have all the joys in the world,
Every good thing a mother could wish for her beloved.

I pray, he love his mother dearly,
As Jesus loved His mother Mary in obedience.
Oh, time will go by, he'll soon be but youthful,
Curious and fragile, seeking attention and purpose.
The truth he may know the worth of his breath,
When the maker maketh only one of him.
Friends be true that like Jonathan was to David
And villains as wicked as Iago depart from his presence.

Let him be favoured as Joseph, his dreams fulfilled,
Granted honour and success by God Almighty.
May his enemies kneel to him in conviction.
And my son, with a forgiving heart offer reconciliation.
Give him strength like Hercules, not to destroy, rather lift,
His presence lifting the heavy hearted with delight.
Ever be humble and ready to embrace weaknesses.
As King David did in his hour of repentance.

May wisdom be his faithful friend,
As he learns the realities of life.
A grip on truth, never to let it slip,
If an enemy he must have, ignorance be it.
Toil and hardships he will face to earn bread,
Gain satisfaction and gratitude as his harvest.
The world influencing young men to cheat,
May my little boy rise up to be an example for loyalty.

Compassion is what I require of the brave soul,
His nature to never hurt a woman, never at all.
Being every woman's dream but existing only for one.
Samson's strength lay in his long hair,
Deceived by a woman, Delilah her name.
Plotting her husband's death, get thee away woman.
Forget his heart, not a strain of hair she shall get.
But a woman of integrity follow him, like Ruth to Naomi.

A day will come, my son, a Father.
Papa! Daddy! Will a tiny mortal call.
To find happiness is a journey within.
To read the map of one's own soul.
May he see the true treasures of life.
A family, a relationship, and Love's inheritance.
His eyes be opened, his heart speak in agreement.
"Life is good, my mother's prayers have been answered."



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A Tribute to Our Fathers- Tokavi V Sumi (BA 5th Semester)

Unbroken praises be yours, God,
Father of Heaven and Earth,
For blessing us our adorable fathers.
What a fortunate gift you are
Proud to entangle with you.

How phenomenal are your actions!
That gratify us with hope
One becomes obscure without you
Until you come and sit awhile
Silence wraps us with sorrow.

You lead us from darkness to light
With joy to fulfil our dreams
May your faith continue to flourish
For we appreciate your kindness,
Filled with constant care.



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Time to Say Goodbye - Petenietuo Virie (BA 6th Semester)

Together we came as strangers,

Not knowing the uncertain future.

We started with a smile,

Then with a talk,

And then exchanged joyous laughter.

With time we became friends,

Undreamed, that once just strangers,

Could become oh so dear.

Like the speed of light, days passed by.

Now we stare into uncertain future.

But the memories we have made,

Will play like a movie reel;

One scene after next, day after day.

After we have made our exit,

An empty spot in my heart will form.

And one day we shall meet,

And relive our moments again.

Until then I bid you farewell,

And wish you all the best,

My dearest and loveliest friends.

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High School Days - Ayusanen (BA 2nd Semester)

Beautiful were those days,
When everything seemed so serene.
Life was easy and beautiful,
Free from any burdens of any kind.
Free from the load of expectations.
Free like those wild birds,
Life was all about living
Each day by its merit.

Remembering the days of yesteryear,
Brings a tear to my eye.
The place where everything was joyful.
Annoying the teachers just for fun,
Silly pranks would make us laugh.
Half listening to what was taught,
And half a ear on the ticking clock.

My beloved high school buddies,
I miss them relentlessly.
With their jubilant company,
Even punishments would be exuberant.
They made me laugh when I felt low,
They gleefully accepted me,
Just the way I factually am.
I know our friendship will last,
It can never fade away.

Years of my life have rolled away,
Those classes, stern scoldings,
The iron gates that welcomed us each day.
The invigorating aroma of the canteen,
Its all but a memory now.
I was shaped here,
I learn to respect, and I learn to give.
I learnt about the world, and to be disciplined.
It taught me about life, and how to live it.

How I wish I could turn back time,
And relive those years gone by.
As I traverse through time,
I face pain, I face sorrow,
I face success, I face joy,
But, my high school days shall forever be,
The best days of my life!

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The Last Write - Vini H Aye (BA 2nd Semester)

Give me a reason to live,

For my heart can't hold anymore.

The pills are no longer effective,

And this is not what I want.

Hear me, hear what mangles me.

My days grow frightfully short.

Earning a name is what I aimed,

Always wished for innocent fame.

I see no lights now,

Dullness has filled my paths.

My heart may not beat for long,

And this may be my last write.

Before destiny takes its course,

Let me shine like the sun.

So I can give hope to my undying malady,

And believe I've lived enough.


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