Deja Vu

When I look at you,

It's just like I'm having a Deja Vu.

Your eyes, remind me of the ocean, so deep,

Your hair, flows like the sparkling brook,

Your voice, sweet like the morning birds,

Your lips, like the cherry blossoms in bloom,

Your smile, warm like the sunrise on the skin,

Your touch, soft like the petals of a rose,

And your heart, beautiful like the glowing moon.

Oh fair lady!

When I see you,

I see nothing new,

It's just like I'm having a 

Deja Vu.

Anurag A. Kar

1st year undergraduate student,

Department of E and ECE

Once when I was young and unfamiliar

Once when I was young and unfamiliar,

With the way things worked,

I  had thought I would change the world.

That I would set it all straight,

 The daily scandals and the coal-gates.

The problem ,I thought,

I can easily solve,

If ,for once,I resolved.

But the scale was too big and,

The roots too deep inside to reach,

With the hand so small and weak.

So I waited,

Until one day I was older,

But the world stood the same,

Only a little bolder.

I got sad

For I felt cheated.

That just when I would think

It is time to act,

There was someone or something

Always there to distract.

Then one day I got invalid,

And the evil still stood solid,

I lamented what I had done,

In my life except toting burdens.

-Ashish Shukla

Where Does Heaven Exist?

I don't know why maa went there,
I miss her more and much and more today.
Mumma please come back here,
I need you right away.

Does heaven have a phone number?
Or its way goes through platform 9-3/4?
Is it in books made of ivy timber?
Or is it somewhere deep down my floor?

If it has a phone number how many digits is it?
Will it be a international call or call for free?
Does it have digits, digits very complicated?
Or a simple one like three hundred thirty three.

If heaven in hogwards, is maa under guidance of Albus Dumbledore?
What is she going through there? The dark lord storms?
On the railways, I asked papa once where is that door?
But papa says our station has only seven platforms.

If heaven is in those dusty old books,
What page do I have to read?
Is it on the page where an old man lie with nasty looks?
Or the one that says 'human too born through a seed'?

If heaven under my floor, how much I have to dig?
Yesterday I hit the floor with an axe, it hurt me maa but now I am fine.
Maa I don't know what to ask more so I leave you a sig,
"Why you went away maa? I am only nine!"

By- Armitunum

It is never too late

It is never too late

Do you feel what I feel?

The dark shallowy ruzzle of liquidity - of life? Its calling me and the only way to reach it is Jump. Jump off into the darker realms awaiting - take a leap of my faith. It’s serenity.

Could you feel cold breeze turned wind in just a moment? No? Then, you should try this. It gushes me off my face and awakens me - makes my eyes wide open to look down into nothing. A moment before touching the candid coldie, it kissed me - all over my face, all at once. Those little coldies filled me with spark, life And then, I wanted to live. It’s never too late to decide, or may be it is.

-Abhishek Tripathi

Sophomore Undergraduate