Archive for July, 2013


Posted: July 25, 2013 by Ankur in Writes...
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For you I may not be the a perfect one 
But I can always make you feel that you are the ONLY ONE… 
I’m not the one who cry when you die
But I’m the one who die when you cry…

Though I was born alone and will die alone 
U created the illusion for a moment that I was never alone
I’m not the one who remembered all rhymes of your talks
But I’m the one who remembers all the chimes of UR walks 
I am Just not the one who is playing with you.
I’m the just the one, who is falling in love with you…..

I’m not the one who dream about you every single night
I’m the one who breathe your name every single day & night..
Though everybody asked I never said the reasons to love you
As my heart fears, even they might start loving you…

R Pramod

Amrita School of Engineering, Bangalore

Posted: July 25, 2013 by Ankur in Writes...

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Saying Goodbye…

Posted: July 24, 2013 by Ankur in Writes...
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People say saying goodbye is the most difficult thing to do. May be they are correct, may be not, all I know is not everyone gets a chance to say goodbye. Not everyone gets a chance to explore what something means to them before they had to let it go. I guess we were lucky, or maybe it was just impossible for us to let go without a proper goodbye, whatever might be the reason, I am glad we had those few days to bid adieu to a saga so long. I am glad we could feel the strong surge of the love that we shared one last time before we let the kites fly away, taking with it the remnants of our broken bond. 

To be able to feel the smoothness of your touch, the warmth of your embrace, the passion of your lips, I consider myself lucky. To have been in love with someone like you, to be loved by a heart like yours, I consider myself lucky. To have known serenity like you hold, to have soaked in the solace of your arms, I consider myself lucky. Lucky me it is, to have a chance to know it all, before I said goodbye. Lucky me to have one last chance to look deep into your eyes, and see love reflecting back in it, before I said goodbye. Your love was like the divine call of Krishna’s flute, that charmed the hearts of many; and yet in its depth it held a deep need for the love of its beloved. I am lucky that it had once called me in devotion and remembrance. I can leave with a smile because I know; even today somewhere in its depth lays the same emotion, the same pain that was mine years ago. 

Not everyone gets a second chance, but we did. Not once, but many times. We had to say a proper goodbye, had to cherish in each others’ smile before we could truly let go. I will always remember that wicked, crooked smile of yours, will always remember that smirk on your face when you teased me. I will remember that glint in your eyes when you studied my face. I will remember the way your hands wrapped around mine and held me steady. I will remember the depth of your voice, your expressions of anger, your tinkling laughter, the tingle of your touch. I will remember you, as a person, as a memory, and most importantly, as a part of my heart, as a pillar of my existence. How could I have let go without knowing you, the real you? After all, I had loved you for as long as I had known the word love. I had loved you more than I could understand. I had loved you with a passion that consumed me, inside and out, till all that was left of me, was my love for you. To leave tha t love behind without a proper farewell, I don’t think that was possible.

It was surreal the moments I spent with you. Those last days of our fairy tale made me believe we were stronger than fate. It made me think that we were meant to be forever. I guess I was delusional, but that is what your love does to me. It took me till the very last minute to understand, it was not our union but our farewell. We were brought together to let go. Yes it hurt, to tell you goodbye, to see your retreating back disappear into the crowd. It hurt to wave my hand, a smile on my lip as the tears flew unabashedly. Even though I couldn’t see it, I knew a similar smile graced your lips. You felt it too, you knew this was goodbye. And in your heart you were glad to have met me, to have loved me. I knew because I could sense it in your touch; hear it in the slightly wavering voice of yours. Yes we were sad, but our smiles were genuine, because deep in our hearts we were glad to be able to bid adieu. We were lucky we got the chance, a memory we will cherish and p rotect forever; that memory of saying goodbye. 

Ankita Acharya

KIIT School Of Biotechnology

No one is Imperfect

Posted: July 23, 2013 by Ankur in Writes...
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How many of us here have heard about Albert Einstein and Mahatma Gandhi?

All of us I presume, pretty famous personalities. So people, how many of us also know the fact that the so famous Albert Einstein had speech difficulties as a child and showed dyslexia symptoms. Moreover, the man who could change the world with his words of wisdom and simplicity had difficulty in learning multiplication.

So what am I trying to put through these mere facts? Well, the only reason why I am stating all these facts is quite easy to comprehend. Each one of us would want to be tagged as a perfect human being. Perfect in every sense. Not only because it gives us happiness but more importantly because it is the only way to prove the outside world or the so called “society” which judges us every second that yes we are capable of achieving something in life or doing something good with life and if by any slip of luck you do not fall into this ” Perfect category of people” you would be labelled as a loser. Firstly my apologies to those kinds of people who have been cursing themselves for not doing well in life and blaming and cribbing and complaining every now and then.

You cannot be perfect in everything you do in life. You have to learn to face the difficulties and move on not crib and cry because failure will not make you a loser but giving up surely will .CHEER UP!

In addition, talking about the only way of proving yourself in society is understandable to some extent. Many of us have been slaves of this society, which never ceases to amaze me. Underestimating ourselves and our dignity just because we were not able to meet the expectations of people whom we barely even know would certainly not define where we stand in life and what are we capable of. So if you are one of those slaves of society who was brutally judged in everything you did no matter how hard you tried but your efforts were not even recognised and all that which was put forward was your failure, then my friend you need to stop blaming yourself and start understanding that the world would judge you no matter whatever you do. You really need to trust yourself and your abilities more than someone’s views or opinions. You need not pressurise yourself to prove to the world but yourself because the world will not ever stop judging you anyway.

My friend, you, might not be perfect to the world. None of us is. Even the greatest of people as cited above have failed in some way or another but the reason why they achieved what they desired was simple because they never had to try to prove to the world their abilities and never did they give up when hardships came their way. Even they were not perfect in the eyes of the world but they were perfect in their own thinking. Moreover, that has made all the difference.

So if you were not able to score a 95 % in an exam? Or were not selected in some college of your dreams? Or had a hard day at the office? Or was constantly being compared to your sibling? 
Just breathe.

Because at the end of the day what actually would matter will not be your mark sheet or the crisp bundle of notes you have earned but it would be you. Only you. Because unless you learn to face your own shadows, you will continue to see them in others, as the world outside you is only a reflection of the world inside you.

Urvi Gauri


Posted: July 22, 2013 by Ankur in Writes...
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Every morning she gets up,looking in the mirror is the first thing she does.I love you,the image in the mirror tells her,especially your eyes and lips.

Her eyes are mysterious,capturing in their own way.

But now these beautiful brown eyes are losing their spark.They have gone bleak.They keep gazing at things for long with something scrupulous going on back in the head.They are not vacillating but still searching for something, waiting for something to happen in her life.

She still does her daily ritual-looking into that vitreous rectangular piece;but now instead of making her happy,by appreciating her,the mirror saddens her by reminding her of someone.She starts thinking of the man,who has driven her stark bonkers.A man who flouted every rule that she conjured in her mind and bent and mutated all her ideas about romance.A man who is strong and silent,who does not say everything,probably because he thinks that will cauterize the spark in between them.Or probably that is what she thinks about him and may be it’s a lie as well.A man with whom she shares nothing yet everything.A man with whom she shares a relation,which is like a delicious piece of pie you order in a restaurant on a country side,one cozy evening-the best piece of pie you have ever eaten in your life and one you can never find again.A relation,that she is extremely proud of;proud of the fact that these two people are very different from the whole lot and that they compliment each other in the best way.And all this, when she is not even sure if she can call it a relation.

How much she loves this paradoxical part of her life!!

Deep within,she is well aware of the fact that may be this is the mistake of her life but then she also knows, even if it is,it is the best mistake and what more does she needs when this is the man who fulfills her to satiety,like no one can and he is the one who has made her the most happy in her life.She adores, admires, cherishes, desires, wants, needs, prizes, esteems, idolizes, reveres, treasures him.

She misses him the most,when it has been more than four months since she had last been with him.

Now when she looks at her image,all those memories and moments,in which he praises her in his own subtle way,come rushing back and all she wants is him,to look at her and appreciate her.

Suruchi Sharma


Posted: July 20, 2013 by Ankur in Writes...
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Y did all frndz turn 2 foe

U alwys said dis hd to hppn

Nvr bel v cud go togthr to heaven

Nw u hav movd on..

And indeed u r gone..

I only c u on facebook

I wish i did.nt take d step i took

Wen.i c ur million dollar smile

I.think fr a while

Myb u r hppy cz u r no longer mine

Myb d brkup is d reason fr ur shine

I was d stone bet u and sucess

I shud nt hav created such a mess

For u it was only u and ur path to glory

I was only a hiccup in ur success story

Wen i c u touchng heights 

And c u go beyond my sights

Was it all my fault,
u make me think

I was nt dat bad dt u left me at d brink

U shud hav told me ur plan
like a coward u ran

U r d cause fr my downfall

I was addicted to u,aftr all

My perf graph went down

All u did was giv a frown

Dnt wrry history wud repeat itself

It is bettr u apologiae urself

One day u wud need me

Till.den u will. Nevr b set free…

Ritwik Wadhwa



Posted: July 19, 2013 by Ankur in Writes...
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I’ve been trying to write a new poem for weeks,
I pick up my pen and it just feels
heavy …
unlike what lives inside my heart.
I cry unheard voices to my life
hoping it would take me to you..
My head used to cook up
trying to answer out some questions,
why I’m here,
where I belong;
asking questions to souls that never cared enough to listen.
I never believed in soul mates,
now you have me enjoying
things I never knew exists:
in your eyes,
in your arms.
You gave me the eternal happiness I’ve been trying really hard to find,
I guess this is what it means
to know life in every breath.
So tell me do you hear it too,
how our hearts will beat as if one…
because you have this poet stuttering,
almost speechless,
breaking down with rejoice,
and every single tear
is an expression I don’t know how to say.

Nikhil Chandwani

VIT University


Posted: July 18, 2013 by Ankur in Writes...
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Hey mom,this is for you

I don’t say it too often
I love you, i really do

I see you working in the kitchen

While i rest on my bed

Never has it occured to me 

Things that i have never said

I want to thank you
For all you have done

You deserve a big hug

For working tirelessly in the sun

Hey mom,this is for you

I don’t say it too often
I love you, i really do

You ran to make our food

And in turn i was so rude

How could i be so selfish?

How could i be so mean?

You gave us birth 
And supported us through our teens

Now i realise, the sacrifices you have done

I apologise for not being a good son

You are tired and exhausted 
At the end of the day

It’s not your fault
Its so hot in may

Hey mom,this is for you

I don’t say it too often
I love you, i really do

Seeing you sleep on the hospital bed 

I write this poem with my eyes red

The guilt is so high

I even don’t have the courage to say hi

This poem is not enough to express my love for you

This is the only thing i could do

To seek redemption is my aim

It’s all my fault i am to be blamed

I will be a changed son

Now u will not have to run

Your near death experience

Has given me a lesson for life

The most important is you, i have realised

Hey mom,this is for you

I don’t say it too often
I love you, i really do

This was a way to remind all of us to say things before it is too late

Ritwik Wadhwa


Expressions port-man-teau

Posted: July 17, 2013 by Ankur in Writes...
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Fading into the tides of ” RED”
it emerges as a new ” WHITE”
brighter than before….

The perfect blend of hits n trials
The complete run of seek n hide
it is still alive
stronger than before….

Catching the ray of sun
walking every possible side
it sheds all the weakness
purer than before….

catered to frost n fear
in itself it breaks n binds
it survives again
HAppier than before….

” IT ” with angelic beauty”
hugs ” THE RED ” again
more caring than before…. !!

Divya Agarwal

NIFT Bangalore

Once you are broknen

Posted: July 16, 2013 by Ankur in Writes...
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Attachment , being close to people at times really terrifies me….You never know who might hurt you…Be careful and maintain distance…..Or else train yourself so that you are not hurt…..Its difficult to bring back yourself to normal once you are broken…

Nabila Khan

Peoples Dental Academy