The Art of Writing!

Re-churning of the ocean They say that the ocean was churned a million years ago, When the Gods and Demons were at war, The life of mankind was at stake. The one known for being a destroyer, Ended up being the protector. He consumed the poison that everyone feared. Lives were restored, mankind was saved. Millions of years ago. But don't oceans get churned every few years? For humans to realize their follies, errors. One such ocean was churned lately, When the world was on its knees. Something incomprehensible destroyed everyone, and no one could do anything. We stood there, helpless. But as we all know, History is known to repeat itself. So the consumers of the poison come ahead, Some with weapons, some without. And they shielded us. They kept their hopes, dreams and worries aside, And consumed the poison. Can we ever fully ever repay their debt? The world toppled over, but mankind stayed intact, It is only because of noble souls who fought with vials and syringes, Some with the la

To T.W., "You fit into me Like a hook into an eye A fish hook An open eye" -Margaret Atwood I hate waiting for you on the way More than the traffic that I travel To reach that absolute knave Of a place, near Westin hotel. You're not late, I'm early. Then why when we arrive It's always too late? No, let's go back: I am waiting and you aren't late. Then you arrive And my anger dissipates. You look at me for a full second That feels like a second not eternity And as the driver navigates the traffic, We sit in silence minding our own selves. I stoop to steal a glance and notice The makeup: the red lipstick that Could as well be pink; the eyeliner And mascara adorns your eyes that only Your trained hand knows how to apply. I turn back to whatever I was reading And realise I have skipped quite a lot of lines. The driver strikes up a conversation Talking more to himself not to any real person And yet you look up and kindly shut him down And I fawn over every da

Pandora's hope. So when Pandora opened the box Hope was the last thing to flutter out. Unfortunately, she let this thing Spread in the world like a drought. The real face of hope is not what you think; It is laced with grief and pain. Humans try to draw power from it But the efforts are all in vain. What makes hope an addictive thing Is its false sense of security: Who wouldn't want a peaceful moment In the times drowning in barbarity? - Pranjali Wakde Student, Department of English University of Mumbai

  The Broken Heart Conundrum (The tale of heart-break as a Promethean task) Rolling stones, broken hearts, Each crushed, cracked glass shards. When it shall heal, can no one tell, Promethean was the wrath that fell. Eons passed, my heart still stood, Putting back to pieces that left me shook, You came back like a rolling rock, Broke me apart,  The herculean task I now have to re-start. - Shruthi Narayan. Student, Department of English University of Mumbai

WORDS "Actions speak louder than words" They say, But what they don't voice is How words are deadlier; They hold the ultimate destructive power And as soon as mixed with emotions They wreak havoc in the minds Of the unsuspecting Of the unwitting Of the oblivious. . How far can the actions go? The limit will stop at Delivering death to someone's doorstep - But what is death As compared To the irreversible damage on the minds Of the unsuspecting Of the witting Of the oblivious? . The words have the power The final authority To kill your dreams To dull your energy To make you hide deep within your shell. . The echoes of such a destruction then resonates forever Saturating your brain, Rotting your essence, Forming an unbreakable cage around the mind Till you reach your coffin . And yet they say, "Actions speak louder than words" Oh well It's ironic that Their assertion of the power of actions Desperately need words - Pranjali Wakde Student, Department of Eng

  Happily Married A couple moved in next door to me, High-born, educated, well-carried, A little crowd of neighbours crowed to me, Of them as 'happily married' Months revealed how painfully, A real facade they carried,  Some say they'd rather be alone, Instead of 'Happily Married' Each had a lover, a beloved Their hearts secretly carried,  Business, relatives interrupted  Led them to 'Happily married' Now open secret - this tragedy, A sad union they tarried,  Goes on this tragic comedy, In the world of 'Happily married' Heartbreak, sorrows and punishment,  This marriage that they parried, Amidst the pain, a friendship bloomed, And now they're 'HAPPILY MARRIED'. By Sushmita Pawar Student, Department of English, University of Mumbai. Picture Source: clipartkey.com