Category: Poetry

Fate – Surabhi Verma

Stop hiding yourself from the people who barely know you,Let them think whatever they want about you. Let them believe they were right when they told, “She can’t accomplish anything.” Let them have their little laugh,Because that’s what petty minds do.The thing they don’t know about you is,What a...

Blind Faith – Akanksha Hundoo

Faith is what keeps us alive,But what if that faith is blind?You go on believing what’s in front of you,What if that’s not the right thing to do?You lose the path of truth,Yet you keep on moving but that’s not good,You fight for your belief, you burn the people...

When I’m writing– Naman Shukla

When I’m writing,I’m not an oceanarium but an ocean… When I’m writing,I’m not a catastrophe but a catalyst… When I’m writing,I’m not an option but an opportunity… When I’m writing,I’m not an enigma but an equation… When I’m writing,I’m not a possibility but a preference… When I’m writing,I’m not...

A Tale of Sunderbans – Surabhi Verma

We are living in a barren land, Which was once filled with gold. Now let me tell you a story, Which was left untold. There lived a woodcutter in the forest of Sunderbans, And he was a hundred years old. He lived in a cottage made of wood, And...

The white peak touching clouds -Shubhi Vashistha

Recovered paradise for all mankind-John KeatsThe path will be tough,there will be a lot of curves.look around, the story of people,some defeated and other unrecalled.the faces were torn out.Sometimes I doubt,It tells about the wounds of yesterday.Writing about your day,the words, the emotions, the smile you delivered.they believe repentance...

Rebirth-Akanksha Hundoo

Never say never, Because things won’t be the same forever, If there is sadness, There will be a time when this moment will hurt less As the day goes by, the night comes up Since you have been struggling for so long, don’t just give up, Follow your dreams,...

A sonnet By Prasenjit Sen

We all came to SCIT from nooks and corner, far and wide Entry to this premier institute filled us with boundless pride.    The romantic Poona rains cooled our tired mind The rain soaked yonder hills appear a surreal kind . Guidance of the seniors , invaluable tips to clear...

The Keys-Soumya Singh

I stood under a streetlight on the Abbey lane, and watched you striding away. I knew I would not be able to hold you back, and my feelings couldn’t convey. I held a souvenir that you gave me on our first anniversary, and you broke it into pieces. I...

A Happy Poem – Soumya Singh

It is a fine sunny morning of the fall, The garden is full of trees so tall. Birds chirping over the blossomed lilies, Sucking all the nectar hovering are those butterflies. A thought stuck in my head and I wonder, When did the last I write a happy poem?...