Posted: June 29, 2014 by Ankur in Writes...
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I wonder if you could,
Hear my heartbeat in your sleep,
Recognize the sound of my voice,
In your dreams,
And feel my hands,
Wrapped around yours.
Because I fall asleep,
With letters of your name,
Written on my heart,
And I could hear your voice,
Whispering the sweet melody,
Of everything I wanted to hear,
Because when everybody would dream of pixies,
I’d be dreaming of you.

Devesh Baheti

Institute Of Aeronautical Engineering


उस धुंधली रात का वो धुंधला सा ख्वाब 
जो याद है मुझे आज भी ,
एक रहगुज़र थी 
जो जा रही थी वही पुराने किले के पास ,
जहां हम तुम कभी मिले थे 
जहां तुमने अपने गम मेरे सीने मे सीले थे । 

न जाने कैसे थी वो बादलो की साजिश 
जो मैं न समझ पा रहा था ,
पर तेरा अक्स अब भी मुझे नजर आ रहा था । 
तुम नंगे पाँव उन पत्थरों के बीच तेजी उस किले की तरफ जा रही थी , 
तुझे चोट न लग जाए इस डर से मेरी धड़कने चोट खा रही थी। 
शायद तुम मुझे ही ढूंढ रही थी ,
पर मैं तो तुम्हारे पीछे था । 

ज़ोर-2 से आवाज देने लगा मैं उस अक्स को , 
पर उस अक्स ने मेरी आवाज को न जाने क्यूँ अनसुना कर दिया । 
एक खला ( दूरी ) थी जो अपने बीच लगातार बनती जा रही थी,
फिर वो अक्स उस धुंधली रोशनी मे कहीं धुंधला हो गया , 
जब मैं किले तक पहुँचा, तब वो अक्स गायब हो गया । 
जिस अक्स के मैं पीछे था ,वो अक्स दगा दे चुका था 
जो ख्वाब मैं देख रहा था , अब वो अधूरा रहकर टूट चुका था …

Vishal Maurya

Zakir Husain Delhi College, DU

An ounce of life

Posted: June 23, 2014 by Ankur in Writes...

Every morning ,even before i get up from my bed i feel excited that I still validate!! But is this unqualified enough to brim my day with joy and celebration?
Having learnt that my equity in this macrocosm is so small to worry about i’ve started cherishing every ounce of life i experience.

Lonely strolls in the dead of the night and the early morning introspection have realized a world for me where an otherwise hectic day feels full of life if i count it ounce by ounce.
Frivolous banters and lampooning of friends with whom i share the best of my life is a tacit allusion to the profound relationship we share. The idea was just to change the way i looked at things.

Certainly, if i can’t change the way i think how can i change the way i live.

Nishant Garg


Dhundh Do Na Mujhe

Posted: June 20, 2014 by Ankur in Contest, Writes...
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ये क्या हो रहा है मुझको,,
क्या खबर भी है तुझको….???

रोता हूँ मगर आँसू गिरते नहीं….
हँसता हूँ मगर होठों पे हँसी सजते नहीं…???

कहाँ गयी वो मेरी खिलखिलाहट,
वो कोमल सी मेरी रूमानियत….??
कहाँ गयी वो मेरी हिम्मत..
वो हमेशा साथ रहने वाली नम्रत…??
कहाँ गयी वो मेरी बातें…
वो शांत सुन्दर रातें…
कहाँ गयी वो मेरी अपनी मुस्कराहट…
वो मेरी अपनी हिचकिचाहट….
करते है सब खुसफुसाहट….
कि बदल गया है रजत……
मगर क्या कभी
किसी ने मेरे नजदीक आकर
थोरा सा प्यार दिखलाकर..
थोरा मेरे माथे को सहलाकर.. 
थोरा मेरे कपोलो को छूकर…
थोरा प्यार से पूछा की क्यों………..?????

क्या यही सिला होता है सबसे प्यार करने का
सबसे खिलखिला के बात करने का???

अब तो साली मौत भी मुझसे रूठ गयी है..
क्यों मैं खुद को संभाल नहीं पा रहा हूँ..
क्यों मैं सभी को डाट दे रहा हूँ…
क्या मैं ऐसा ही था या अब हो रहा हूँ….
कोई बताओ मुझे….. कोई तो समझो मुझे और समझाओ मुझे…
मेरी आँखों का प्यार लौटाओ मुझे….
मेरी बातों की मिठास लौटाओ मुझे
उस रजत को लौटाओ ना मुझे….

मैंने खो दिया है खुद को… मुझे ढूंढ दो न कोई….
मुझे ढूंढ दो न कोई….
मैं खो दूंगा वरना अपना अस्तित्व…. ढूंढ दो न मुझे…..

Rajat Ranjan

NIFT Bhubaneswar

Mixed Emotions

Posted: June 17, 2014 by Ankur in Writes...
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Its like we were stuck in a quandary,
Bored out of limits or any boundary.
Stuck in a room where it hurts to breathe,
Had no option but to grind our teeth.

Numb in the brain, weak in the head,
It was painful to even get out of bed.
Didn’t have nobody to speak to, nobody to complain,
Only hearing the noises of cars, buses and train.

To come undone with a change in attitude was all I needed,
Eh! what was I thinking? Was I weeded?
To be who I am today is all I wanted,
Though I was penalised, teased and taunted.

Change is good is what they say,
But I’m not changing.. Even if they may.
Because I’ve dreaded too far to be myself today,
So this is my place, and I’m here to stay.

Abhishek Mantri

Are we truly Independent?

Posted: June 11, 2014 by Ankur in Writes...
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Patriotism isn’t my cup of tea,
‘Cause I’m not blinded by the love for my country.
Blinded to see what’s going on,
Politics, corruption and what all has gone.

Independence means free from outside control,
Written in the constitution.. For India it was a major stroll.
15th August 1947 was a big day indeed,
When our freedom fighters sow on the world map another independent seed.
They thrusted on us the future of this seed,
To make it a big flowering tree.. Or an ordinary weed.

But after 66 years I wouldn’t hesitate to say,
Alas! We took the wrong way.
Years passed by and we aren’t truly independent,
Failed to carry the vision from our descendants..

Poverty is bottom of a pyramid in this country,
‘Coz everyone wants to fill their pockets.. Be it businessmen, trader or a corrupt selfish Mantri.
Safety is another hell of an controversy,
Which we often happen to over see.

Why are girls still penalised for what they have not done?
Why does everyone still want a son?
Why aren’t some people allowed to express their opinion?
Why are the prices so high of petrol and onion?

I fail to understand what the people of this country are happy about,
While the wall between the rich and the poor is quite stout.
There is a ray of light in the darkest of caves they say,
I hope a juncture will come when we’d truly say Happy Independence Day!

Abhishek Mantri

Ascetic Rummage

Posted: June 10, 2014 by Ankur in Contest, Writes...
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With all of this world’s pace today, many of us feel left out. Even with all the money we make, even with all the privileges we get, we feel resentful by the time we go to sleep – a feeling which doesn’t satisfy the very purpose and existence of life. Why is it so? Why are the feelings of restlessness, emptiness, isolation, the fear of being abandoned is replaced be a belief of God?

So many people I personally know have taken onto asomatous apprenticeship that sometimes it makes me wonder, if at all we are able to elicit anything on our own. I’m not generalizing, nor throwing any bad light upon any spiritual bouquet but we have become very at home with running towards someone else for help, always.

Many organizations I know, have constantly stressed at one point – that we must start cultivating a habit of undoubting the omnipresence of The Lord. I’m not an atheist, nor am I a priest. I’m a human, who believes that if you practice well being, it will be reverberated back to you.

They headline the fact of God, into us, which is not something they’re supposed to do, because that relationship we have with Him is so pure and personal that the thought of even commercializing it, demeans the intimate receptivity between the two.

They cannot instill thoughts in us to like God, or believe in God because frankly that’s such a personal and privy decision. It’s unfair that it is those money seeking corporates who dictate our spiritual journey. It is flawed fundamentally to such a large extent that it’s not even funny.

I feel that, we must believe in His Infinite Spirit because we want to, and not because we must. And that feeling should come from within us, not from those traders of religion. I strongly give credence to the point that we all must be God Loving and not God Fearing. Because then it is, when we seek His nourishment.

You’re not happy because of God, you’re not sad because of God. You are feeling emotions, which are self-inflicted. Neither can we blame Him for our miseries, nor can we thank Him for our joys. We can just work towards bettering and believing in the relationship we have with that Absolute Being, not for any sort of reward or fruit, but for the sheer bliss and positivity it brings along with it.

Devesh Baheti

Institute Of Aeronautical Engineering

Aaurat ki kahani

Posted: May 31, 2014 by Ankur in Contest, Writes...
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ContestBahut hua atyachar mahilao ka ab hm nhi dekh sakte hain un pr hote julm ab hm nhi dekh sakte hain…..
Kuch darindro ne khud badnaam hokar kiya is samaj ko badnaam na khud rhe chain se na dusre ko krne diya aaram ..
Bhool jate hain ye darindre ki meri ghar me bhi meri pyari bahan aur meri pyari maam…
Ab hmne ek bigul bajaya na puri hone denge inki hasrat na pure hone denge inke mukaam …
Kyunki inhi ke kadmo me hai jannat yhi bna sakti hai is desh ko mahan…
Bahut hua atyachar mahilao…

Amit Kumar


Without You

Posted: May 17, 2014 by Ankur in Contest, Writes...
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My thoughts went back to those days,
When I was happy and in bliss. 
And every word you uttered felt like a first kiss.
You were the source of light 
In my world of dark. 
You were my peace of mind,
When times went hard.
I was lost in your magic.
Gosh, you felt so true.
Times were then happy,
Then everything turned blue.
Now you’re just a dream,
That lasted for
As happy days had now ended
slowly turning bitter like lime.
No more do I feel the same contentment.
No more do I dream.
No more do I search for you ,
In every light beam.
Now I live in reality,
Hoping someday you’ll return,
To the girl who still thinks of you 
Even though her heart may still burn…

Asmi Bhattacharjee


Posted: May 16, 2014 by Ankur in Contest, Writes...
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Jb bhi badhe ye kadam tb tb manjil hi apna rukh badal deti hai…
Sayad ye meri mehnat me kami ya phir meri kismat ki hi nakami hai….
Har roj sapne buland hm krte hain sapno ko pankh dilane me na koi kasar hm chodte hain …
phir bhi na jane kyun.
Jb bhi badhe ye kadam tb tb manjil apna rukh badal deti hai…
Sayad ye meri mehnat me kami ya phir meri kismat ki hi nakami hai….
Jab bhi ye dastaan maine dusro ko sunai hai tb tb maine yahi ek hi mushwara unse pai hai nahi kami tere is kismat ki teri asaflta to teri km ki gai mehnat ne hi dilai hai….
phir bhi ye sb sun kr na milta is dil ko sakoon aur ye dil kahta hai beta tughe to bhagwan ne hi kismat baat te samay kanjoosi dikhai hai….
Jb bhi badhe ye kadam tb tb manjil apna rukh badal deti hai…
Sayad ye meri mehnat me kami ya phir meri kismat ki hi kami hai….

Amit Kumar