An Ode to Nature - Rhilo Mero (BA 6th Semester)

Out from the cold dark eternal space,
You were seamlessly created by the Creator,
From the books of Chapters and Verses
You have been mentioned as a part of the creation.

From nothing into something,
of the smallest to the biggest.
From starry heights to the deepest,
You are the awe and wonder of everything.

The breathless and the breathing,
The stillness and the raging forces,
The light and the dark,
You comprises of them all!

This 'World' would not be called one
If it were not for you.
And 'I'...?
I am nothing, but a part of you.

'I' am a slave of time and death
My body will wither only to turn to ashes
And from my ashes, you'll rise again.
You are in all, the greatest!

In Search of a Hero - Loinoli H Chophy (BA 3rd Semester)

Life is dead rough sometimes,

Takes you back to olden times;

Where fate put you in tempests,

And you went through a tough phase

Such situations, never ready to face.

Echoes of my screams running wild;

Of the pain I thought it was mild.

Whenever I closed my eyes at night,

Visions of the war I just begun to fight,

Flashed in a frenzy light.

My mother once told me about,

The heroes who would come around,

And save you from the depths of sorrow,

So you can face another tomorrow.

Was it just a story to cheer the fallen?

I searched for my hero everywhere,

Only to realize he was nowhere.

Where was my hero when I needed him?

When my harsh life left me dazed

And lost wandered I through the meadows.

My feelings seemed a game for life,

Like rolling stones down the hills.

I cried until my throat had died.

Spiting on my miserable life,

Which stabbed me like a knife.

The hero I very much yearned,

Never reached me in the end.

In the end, sinking on my misery,

I realized, there was something untried,

To be a hero for myself!

I thought to myself

“If heroes are there for us,

Who is there for them?”

And then like a lightning,

It stroked and crossed my mind.

“Heroes must have been my kind”,

Played by life until they cried,

But they stood up and tried.

And with a sense of relief,

With all my might to find, I finally stood.

The hero; not the one who will save me,

But the one who resides in me.

Because at the end of the day,

I am my own hero, now and forever more.

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Dancing Highway - Raben Lotha (BA 2nd Semester)

In the hub of Purana Bazar,

Locked in Dimapur’s heart,

There’s a highway “dancing”!

You may not know…

But this road is an offshoot

Of NH-29, a silk route.

At the most,

A few hundreds and then some,

Travellers, weary and shakey,

Pass by to reach their destinies.

It ebbs and flows,

Growing mucky in July,

Half painted black for the rest.

This fateful “dancing highway”;

It’s outlandish and it’s daft!

But I wish you take

A ride takes that way.

And know how, like my hunch.

The weather is going to turn

Nasty and mucky again.

Oh! “YOU” Billionaire,

You fly high in the sky,

Thundering across the rustic area,
Like a shooting star.

And do not know,

What my hunch feels like.

Hear me, I pray!

Do not let the road

Dance and and fall like waves.

This road is for

Every Nation, tongue, and tribe.

And now it’s the time,

The day and the year,

To rebuild the “Dancing Highway”.



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The Darkness - Kechangutuo Meyase (BA 2nd Semester)

I look in to the night sky and I wonder “why”?

Why is there so little we know,

So little we see.

All I know is that I’m me.

I see the beauty in the darkness.

It may be there, or may be not.

But endless thoughts flourish my mind,

Of what I want the darkness to be.

If it was mine, I’d cherish my possession.

But if light unveiled something terrible,

I can’t say I’d be proud of my darkness.

Though I’d stand by it.

I wouldn’t return my back

On something I wish to be beautiful

My darkness is youthful,

So it may always change for the better.

But if the darkness was something great,

Others would grow irate.

That I took a change and paid off.

 I’d lay down and die for my darkness.

I think you should believe nothing you hear,

And half of what you see.

But I have full loyalty in what I see.

Why? Because I see its beauty.

A World In Despair - Aremtenzuk Longchari (BA 2nd Semester)

Look as they build up courage,

To take the first step, trembling,

Till they are filled with rage.

There they lie, fighting,

For a tomorrow they may never see.

Look at the hate we’re breeding,

How did we come to this?

A world that’s bleeding,

Can we ever hope to find bliss

In this world, that’s crying for help?

Look at the fire in my heart.

Remembering the heroes that died,

My heart aches for a new start.

But alas, are our hands tied,

I fear the day, I’ll care no more.



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