IMPRESSIONS
 
    Mumbai 7/11    
    Last night, I woke up again
In the middle of a dream,
Where I was in the crowd
Seeing them run, cry and scream
Yet another attack on innocent people
Who don’t even know,
Whose game it is, whose war on whom
Whose terror and whose show
They worked hard with sweat
For the whole long day,
Reaching back to Sweet Homes		   Without a minute of delay
Somewhere someone had been waiting
Whole day long, for them
None of them had any idea that
Their loved ones will never be seen again
One by one they blew up and apart
In the storm of fire,
It burnt them all alive, leaving scars on
those who lived
Can terror be someone’s desire?
        - Anupama Sharad Awasthi
   
 
      A painful parting
  The day I never wanted to see,
Was there in front of me,
The broken heart was bleeding,
And my face had to sprinkle glee.
To face your questioning eyes stare,
I didn’t know how I would dare,
I just knew I had to be tough,
No meaning stopping you,
Just to lessen my despair.		   You easily could see,
My smiling pain, invisible tears and
blood,
But never did u speak up,
And I just crushed the innocent bud.
I couldn’t say much,
Just kept it to my heart,
I wanted to be with you,
I wanted not to part.		  
      - Prajakta Khalatkar
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    My wish of the year    
    When the last rays sink into the horizon,
And the darkness begins to explore its
way,
There is a wish from my inner person....
To make the world prosperous and gay,
Let the coming rays enlighten our
minds...
Keeping the darkness all the way behind
May the discrimination of colour and
caste...
   Be forgotten completely just like the
nightmares of the past,
I know that the wishes above are hard
to be possible..
But I even believe Nothing is Impossible,
If there is will in the mind and truth in
the heart..
The sun may freeze and the dead may
breathe,
So, when the twilight begins turning
the sky blue,
My wish will surely get true...
        - Sushmita Pillay
   
 
      The Cycle
  A leaf falls...
- Green or yellow, I can’t tell -
Lands gently...
But no sooner has it touched
The grey road,
The Wind comes whizzing on wheels,
Drags it off...
I don’t know
If it ever touched the ground,
Or floated,
Forever, in transcendence
Or the Wind
Showed Mercy and let it rest,
   Set it down,
Down, deep in the heart of Hades.
Now others,
Green or yellow ones, rustle
In branches...
Apprehend the whining Wind...
And whither
Each one must go on its own;
Lo, it falls...
Again...gently...before...		  
      Chetna
3rd BA (Journalism)