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A HATE MAILby Abhirakshit
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By Rachit Rastogi
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Creative Writing Winners
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Awesomeness lost.
ur story begins a few years ago when all was good and there was peace. The
flames of the eternal fire, rekindled, leapt high and their warmth nurtured prosperity
and goodwill among all the inhabitants of the walled city. Poets from faraway lands
came to the city to tell tales of carnivals and dreams. The geeks rejoiced and
commerce flourished and neither one suffered in the shadow of the other. Residents
from different clans sought expression of their cultural prowess through flamboyant
displays and constructed imposing obelisks as beacons of their sovereignty. Novice
younglings were duly initiated through ritualistic customs to hone their skills of survival
in the harsh unforgiving world beyond the wall. Fierce battles for leadership ensued
ensuring the most deserving were anointed to the Council. The Elders blessed the land
with their wisdom and refrained from intrusion in petty affairs. All was good and there
was peace
And then, taking the Antaragni 09 tagline too literally, people sought out change.
And with this change, came a sense of despair. A dark age befell the city. The Elders,
seeking utopia, imposed ruthless rules and free will was crushed under tyranny. The
Awesomeness had begun its slow yet steady decline. With each passing year, the
novice younglings were shielded from a
nonexistent threat while the Elders spoon
fed them a life of comfort and care, farfrom the vindictive world outside. In
due process the splendor and glory
of the city dwindled and the clans
lost esteem never returned. New
clans sprouted out of the chaos
and endeavored to capture the
respect of the fellow clans but in
vain. The age old customsforgotten, the novices were
left in the dark. The geeks, in
their overwhelming majority,
rose to power over the
enterprising whilst they
cowered in the caves yonder.
The fire within, fuelled by angst
rather than creative spark,continued to dispel warmth in
these dark times...
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MUSINGSa section of poetic works
Rain & Winterby Subhajit Gupta
Rain
I'll stay by the shade,and view the rain from a distancehow soothing would it be,and calmed, be my senses
This time I'll not plungeand wet myself again,the cold would sap my strengthperhaps cause a little pain...
Winter
Teardrops crystallize on my cheekas I see the fading lighta shiver sweeps through my veinsas the dying sun heralds a frozen night.
My mind paints a barren countrywhose tale was never toldand as the white tide engulfs it
A lone soul wanders in a sea of cold.
Overcoming anxious rays of lost hopeon a day when all the fears dieduncoupling, releasing the last strand,my winter finally arrived...
Is My Life Merely A Struggle?by Pragyanandesh N. Tripathi
Everyday I struggle..
I struggle, I struggle and I struggleI struggle to wake up most morningsI struggle to fall asleep at nightEvery aspect of my life seems to be a struggleI struggle to rememberI struggle to forgetI struggle to liveI struggle to stay aliveI struggle to keep aliveA little sweet voice in my head haunted me onceI longed for understanding
But the voice was determined to keep me downWhere is the joy?Where is the happiness?And where is the peace of mind?
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Kabhi to
By Prateek Singh Lodhi
Dry Petals in a Dusty Diary
by Debosmita ChaudhuriCrimson petals, dusty smell of memoriesThe long monsoon walksHolding hands, lost eyesMemories, long-forgotten, yet aliveAlive in silent cornersAching to be let freeDuty renders me helplessWiping a tear, stifling a sob, I try to forget
The smiles were meant to vanishPromises, meant to be broken;Life never grants all that we wishA sudden flashback, quivering lips.We chose to break apartIndependent dreams, parallel waysEach wanted to fly, to make our markEach said, love can wait, success can't.Now it's been days, months and long lonely yearsAlleged success and pretentious splendorStill a frayed cord hangs loose somewhere
Its too late, the heart fears.No way that leads back, doors shut with time;I close the diary over the dry crumbling petals.They say, the colour of love deepens with time...The petals, now dark and dry, silently smileMocking me, us, our fateAs i hold my breath...to forget.
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Sounds & Silence
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CONFUCIUSSAY:
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