Poetry

"Let us go then you and I,

When the evening is spread out against the sky..."

...BEEN THERE DONE THAT...

✒️Abhijit Nath (UG 2nd Semester)

Trouble in Middle-East watch'd by the rest

Prayers to God and civilians,may this planet

be more lively and greener

Flowers of peace lost their charm and distrust broke the vase

Trust me loners need no companions

Fightng a maniac to rescue Ferb and Phineas

Pray for us to succeed, if not then torture is bare minimum

If not then suffering is at our doorsteps for millennia

Nowhere to be found, guess we dead now

lost the battle but our people won the war

Jolly faces and mass celebrations break-out

Drinks, Food and Mosh pits, glad it's not a dead crowd

Civilians breathe, they mourn,they go life cycle never stops

What you do here should be inspirational and revolutionary

Ceremonial for people to take a bow

life is a tangible art why don't you draw it like Picasso?

Midnight’s Love Bomb

✒️Bhabana das (PG 4th Semester)

And so lifeless i became, yet my wounds do bleed,

For thine ache was wrought by my own grievous need.

I wept ‘neath the midnight’s silent, mournful shroud,

Whilst storm of wrath within my soul cried loud.

Lo!there tolled the hour, where shadows succumb,

The midnight dream alarm-the lovers love bomb.

She Loves to Smile (মা)

✒️ Dhrubajit Das (UG 6th Semester)

I know you love to wear a smile,

A gift you've carried all the while.

Your smiling face revives my heart,

And drives my loneliness apart.

Though pain may cloud your heart each day,

You still keep smiling anyway.

Because I am your child, I see—

You love to smile, especially for me.

Happiness

✒️ Kabyashi Das (UG 2nd Semester)

We think of you in the prayers of people,

In temples, mosques, and churches;

Sometimes in the festivals of togetherness,

In the flow of nature among the hills,

In the midst of scientific discoveries.

And sometimes,

In the wild excitement of a madman's mind.

Or,

In the dust covered path of humanity's journey.

We think of you

in songs and in poetry..!!

In every step, in dreams and even in imagination.

Yet, you are not there... !

In the restless dance

of intoxicated butterfly over flowers.

You seem to have become

Like a lost story.

Perhaps,you are like

The arrival of spring,

Or the manifestation of union

In the peaceful moments after long separation.

But we can't find the 'TRUE HAPPINESS'

On Menstruation

✒️Pompy Das (UG 2nd Semester)

Menstruation — Forbidden or a Blessing?

Is menstruation truly forbidden,

Or is it a blessing in disguise?

If it is not forbidden, then tell me,

Why does this shadow of taboo still arise?

What harm would come if I stepped

Inside a temple’s sacred door?

For at the very root of human life,

Menstruation has been there before.

If blood flows from the human body,

Does God turn His face away?

Can blood from a woman's womb

Be impure in any way?

Questions rise, yet answers fade;

People simply say, “Don’t speak so.”

“Such words are not for men to hear,”

The old customs tell us so.

But where did all those men come from?

Have they forgotten the truth they know?

Or were they downloaded like mobile apps,

With a single click, long ago?

So I ask again, with an open heart,

Free from fear, free from blame—

Is menstruation a thing forbidden,

Or a sacred part of life’s own flame?

“The jack of all trades, master of none”

✒️ Kuwali Kashyap (UG 6th Semester)

“The jack of all trades, master of none”

But why must I settle just for one?

“The jack of all trades,” they say with a sigh,

As if loving many things is something to deny.

But how do I choose when the world feels so wide?

When a hundred little passions walk by my side!.

There are songs that live inside my mind,

And colours I’m still trying to find.

When feeling grow too deep to hide,

I write the things I keep inside.

There are endless words upon the shore,

Each one whispering,” explore a little more.”

Some spend their lives chasing one star,

While I keep wondering what the others are.

Maybe growing isn’t choosing one light,

But gathering pieces that make you bright.

So let me wander, let me become, a little bit of everything under the sun.

The jack of all trades, master of none.

For my soul want to speak more than just one tongue!

The Taste of Poison

✒️Sagarika Roy (PG 4th Semester)

And suddenly, one day, I came to know

the taste of poison.

What is poison like—

biter, sharp, or sour?

I never drank poison;

poison drank me instead.

The poison of parting,

the deadliest venom of all.

Arrival

✒️ Jumi Talukdar (PG 4th Semester)

Charming grace of the green dancer,

Sprouting, light-footed and sudden.

She leaps upon the heated brown cylinders,

The rigid spires standing in glare.

Beneath her rhythmic step,

The dizzy, flowing bodies of dust dissolve.

Reeling from the long, oppressive drought,

Overpowered, pinned to the soil by the sky.

Weighted beams of mid-day light pierce the air.

A heavy glare demands an answer:

Has the storm broken the horizon?

Listen—the lightning cracks.

He comes with a crown of thunder,

Reclaiming his scorched, silent throne.

A July Poem

✒️ Mouchumi Baruah (PG 2nd Semester)

Sunny afternoon on a day of July

With a soothing breeze to rely

Bright ambience and a freshness to it

Eyes have the privilege for the beauty to sit with.

The blue canvas having strokes

of a white brush,

The trees dancing along the rhythm

Ensures there’s no rush.

With leaves lush and green, swaying

And hissing, a movement nothing can ruin.

For it is assured and bold

Having strength and elegance to hold.

Stillness above like a painting

And beneath a gait, creating.

The persistent chirp of a mystic bird

As mystic as a cat walking over a wall

Reminds of a life full of mirth.

My Mother

✒️ Samalay RN Kashyap (Alumnus, Batch 2024)

In the soulless sea of darkness unbound,

Where echoes of oblivion can be found.

A million petals of fiery flora may fall;

Mindless maggots, they writhe and brawl.

Perchance, Thanatos had blessed her with sorrow,

Gliding through the river Styx, nothing to borrow.

The loong of chaos spirals in the sky of Proserpine;

She lost her father when she was just nine.

That was just the beginning of the tempest,

A life full of absolute hardship without rest.

And yet she is the sacred flame of endless gleam,

The lustre that makes abject abyss scream.

Beyond good and evil, the lighthouse of salvation,

Guiding even the dawnless devil from damnation.

The masses may scream, the masses may snide;

No one shall dare break her stride.

A mother of many, the mother of mine.

She is my creator, she is my shrine.

She is my Mother...

Half a Biscuit

✒️Archita Adhikary (PG 4th Semester)

Do you hear me?

I have grown up.

Grown up enough

to know that kindness does not always return home, and truth often

travels alone.

As a child, I thought the world was a storybook where every villain

was defeated and every wound forgiven.

But adulthood arrived without warning.

Teaching me the weight of quiet betrayals, and how easily promises

snap without making a sound.

Now I navigate this crowded, careful world,

where we wear composure like armour

and speak in rehearsed lines.

We perform our parts, laugh when expected, bow when required,

while somewhere the child within us wonders when life became a

theatre and we its weary jesters.

Yet I remember you,

the child who shared half a biscuit with a stranger and believed the

world would do the same.

Maybe you were not wrong.

Maybe that is the whole point ,

not to stop breaking the biscuit,

even after you learn

that most people won't.

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