कल रात मेरी आँखो में सपने की एक बूँद आई

कुछ इस कदर दीवानी हुई वो हमारी, के हर रात सपनो में चली आती है

कभी आँखो में सपना, कभी सपने की एक बूँद बन जाती है

ऐसा प्यार भी किस्मत वालो को ही मिलता है

कि हमने तो उसकी गली छोड़ दी, पर उसकी आँखें हमे न छोड़ पाती है

कल रात भी वो मुझे ढूँढते आँखो में चली आई

कुछ बातें की उसने, कुछ बातें दिल में छुपाई

गम उन बातों का नही, जो उसने मेरी नम आँखों से की थी

गम तो उनका है, जो बातें वो कह ही न पाई

Vishal Gupta 

Dept. of Aerospace Engineering.

The Sloth born to a Miner

I'm a sloth born to a miner,
The miner who is stern,                                                              
He drills rock-blocks finer,
And that helps him earn;
Watch him setting out,
For a fresh undug mine,
His sweat bears liquid gold,
That he trades for us to dine;

I'm a sloth born to a miner,
The miner who knows no pains,
Melts his bones and muscles,
For the little what he gains;
Keeps my breakfast ready,
Kisses my forehead while I sleep,
Bids an early morning goodbye,
Then jumps on to his jeep;

I'm a sloth born to a miner,
A miner who lost his wife,
Since then fostered the minor,
Till I learned what is life;
Fixed my legs on the ground,
Told, "Chase life like a hound",
Never beat me for my failures,
But, woes instinctive would mound;

I'm a sloth born to a miner,
A sloth who struggles all the time,
The sweet memories of the miner,
I sing to me through this rhyme.
The miner lived his days,
Brought in plenty short-lived gays,
The miner now is gone,
 I look at the distance, beyond the sun...

Dedicated to all the Fathers, who may be miners...

CHIRANJEET MISHRA

3rd Year Undergraduate,

Dept. of Geology & Geophysics,

IIT Kharagpur

Sometimes I wonder...

Sometimes I wonder

How our world would be………..

When we would have been together for a long long time,

We’ll know each other so well so fine;

You’ll finish my sentences,

And I’ll know you left your keys on the fences;

You’ll be my mentor and I’ll be yours,

And we won’t have to worry for expenses;

Our quarrels shall end up in multiplied joys,

My tensions and your worries shall be our toys;

You’ll be a connoisseur of my emotions,

And none shall surpass this strong relation;

And we shall not look towards each other,

Dear we’ll be looking in the same direction,

With the best of our love and affection;

My million questions shall be answered with you,

And your puny query shall take me a second or two;

Every dairy milk will start with you and end with me,

And I’ll be hiding one for you, lest you see;

Our relation that once nourished in gratitude,

Would then flourish by effortless attitude;

Down the streets in that windy weather,

All our on-goings shall flock together;

Your presence will never make me static,

Coz each day will hold something ecstatic;

And when I’m down you’ll give me a choice,

For all I would hear would just be your voice;

You’ll forgive my bad habits and I’ll ignore your little quirks,

What would be a better panacea for all my jerks;

Your vision and my energy,

Nothing would prove a better synergy;

Misunderstandings shall creep in never,

This well being shall thrive forever;

I would not be writing poems like this,

Coz I would have nothing to long and miss.

And just when our life seems predictable,

You’ll surprise me; I know you’re able;

All our cherishing moments shall remind a history to me,

That your thoughts were always like a chemistry to me;

I mix them all to explore your emotions

For there will always be a part of you,

That remains a beautiful mystery to me !!!

By- Saurabh Shukla

Undergraduate Student, 3rd year

IIT Kharagpur

Beryl

“Where is it?”

“Where is what?” asked Beryl, turning away from me towards the wet wall she had been writing on.

“The part I don’t teach you: indiscretion. I keep telling the world it must allow you a little, so it will end up being a little less hurt and I a little less disappointed when you bring out all you can.”

I wish I did not know Beryl. I wish every instance of an eye-contact had nothing to do with anything but chance and intrigue. And as much as I longed for the same, Beryl improvised on her little game. You cannot reason with a pupil who keeps trying to steal answers to your questions from your own expressions.

“Oh, the foundations…” she spoke, covering up the last remains of stealthiness, “Get me a refill.”

She dipped her brush into the jug of red paint (the jugular of her emotions, clucked a wag inside my head) and started dabbing it against the bottom of each letter she had written. NORTH BYELORUSSIA. (Long enough to suit her depths, guffawed the wag again). And they weren’t mere letters, were they? In place of each, there was a skyscraper here, a tree there, a statue somewhere and a dog peeing on it, a plough, an effigy, a thumbstack , gallows, a guitar, and so on.

Red paint trickled from the base of each, into the sink below.

Ah. Foundations. I stood by Beryl and stared at the wet wall of the public wash-basin.

I noticed Beryl never has a hint of perfume about her. One day she’s a swine and she recognizes my gonads as Michael and Gabriel. Another day she just pops out of a blueberry cheesecake and falls before she can decide which foot to land on. Today, she’s distemper and she is learning how art can force one to think instead of simply urging one to act.

I wished the wash-basin in that railway station had more taps. The music would have had more and more notes as droplets of water leaked out of them at unsynchronized regular intervals.

We looked at the little stream of water washing away the blood-red paint as it trickled and dissolved into it.

By: Sachin Sai

4th year UG student

IIT Kharagpur

Passion for poetry

Some people try their hand at poetry
At some point in their life,
But only few succeed in being free
From the so-called poetic hype.

So, you might question my motive,
As I start scribbling my first dictum.
To that I say, my mood is festive,
And I wish to share my cultivated wisdom.

I do have a knack for a thing or two,
Outside the monotone of curriculum.
While one of them is cricket, true,
I would also like to create my poetic spectrum.

A famous author once said to me, I quote:
“To freely emote, you need to love”.
But there’s a trick, as he left a footnote,
“And then you’ve to feel the pain of that unachievable love”.

The impact of these words was so great, you see,
They made me wonder “what is poetry?”
Is it the description of someone’s rewarding journey,
Told with exaggerated ecstasy?

Is it the silent soliloquy of a man’s tear,
As he realises that his achievements are fake?
Or is it the expression of one’s despair,
When life gives him a bitter heart-break?

I believe, it’s a man’s compulsion,
To divulge whatever is deep within.
As for me, I’m really enjoying my version,
And of course, it’s rhyming scheme !!!

Ayan Hazra
Dept. of Mechanical Engineering

Investigations of a Lover

You want to know,my love 

how does it feel to hide my sorrows,

fears and anxieties

beneath this conspicuous veil of flesh and bones

and still manage a cheerful face.

You want to know

why don't I give up to the natural emotions

and shed off the impervious exterior

to show the world what hides in me,

the true colours ,the unmasked face

and you say you would love it all

whatever there is to see.

You want to know,my princess

why you still dont feel the intimacy

the bondings and the warmth

and all other love fancies,

when I've been with you all these times

moment by moment

memories by memories;

You also ask,why those memories are not drenched

with the earthy smell of nostalgia

but only exist because they have to.

But like a scorpion,you have the poison at your tail

And you bit with Incinerating words 

 the contempt too all fresh

As you say that you were amazed

despite our making love a hundred times

I was yet to undress !! 

But say no more my beautiful girl,

As I am ready to answer 

all that you want to know

the unspoken words,the half read thoughts

and the shrugged off questions 

which still lay in your memory wearing away my love

which used to be all carousing and lots of fun.

So Let my darkest fears and the gravest sins be revealed

in the faintest hope that you will still be mine

And let people see in this game of love 

how truth and honesty still shine.

You know I played my cards right

gave you the love and did only what

I see people playing all the time

So I also imitated them

enclosed my real ,bitter ,truth seeking self

and sunk in the intoxicating ,alluring 

fragrance of falsehood and indecency.

You have to forgive me for that

because it is a  tricky world 

and that assured me like,

found would be the answers

to the questions I seek 

and for that climb I had to

the love's dizzying peak.

I managed that happy facade

as it was the only way to be a part of the brigade

happy benevolent smiles to show

and to let inside the seeds of restlessness

and fear grow.

So I met you

out of the blue,an awesome serendipity

forgot the questions and all the rationality

charmed&enchanted by all your beauty.

And you became my necessity and me your casualty.

I played by the book and you responded well

Love grew and questions faded

Hormones raged  and logic failed

But where it would lead

was hard to tell.

But in the heart i knew

that we were just a boy and a girl

roleplaying;

doing what was all superficial and hollow

faking stuff to be a part of the mad crowd

which gets manipulated and has nothing real to follow.

It was my fault,

I believed that

such a beauty like yourself

could exist in this damned world

and still be truthful and real.

It was my fault,I believed for a moment

that our love could be the thing I wanted

the thing that would be life altering,

but I realised ,

it was just a drug like any other;

nicotine and alcohol got a bad name

love slipped away with all the glory and fame

What a shame ! What a shame !

Never I wanted to undress my soul 

for you would have seen the ugly child

who inside me keeps crying

constrained by the books of etiquette

from breaking all loose and wild.

I hid this pathetic me from all 

until you came

and made me believe that life was sweet indeed

but all it changed was from

'same' to 'same'.

So this has to end,

our love which can't be real

and no matter how beautiful you are

fake is all what you will become

and thats the most what I fear.

 So you must go my charming dear,

for I have some answers to seek

some truths to unfold, crystal and clear

The path is hard I know

but its better to live in reality

than rejoice in illusion.

 you would also do the same,I wish

break the mould of falsehood and fly

to the gardens we couldn't visit

and the delicacies we couldn't try

because these bondages give us a sense of freedom 

when none exists.

But Just in case

I got it all wrong

forgive,my love,my blasphemous words

which may seem to hurt you 

but our love was the best thing to happen

in this miserable world,

you will know it when its due.

And if I fail in my endeavours

you must not be discouraged

 and shouldn't wait for me but fly;  

I would be in pain and will cry

but that would make it easy

to be mad and drunk and blown

and jump from the building

from which you,my love, had once flown.

But you would still want to 'know'...

and that's what now makes me smile 

as atleast 'You' have started to fly

While I sit back lonely in reminiscence 

And cry.

By-Satyam Sai
Undergraduate Student, 3rd year

IIT Kharagpur

The Time We Will Meet…

I always wonder how it would be like, the time we will meet

You shall smile the same way, like when you thought about me

And I shall be holding your hand

Hoping those conversations to repeat;

You shall be sitting beside me, will I ever believe?

And with all affection you shall let our love to interweave;

Your fragrance will all be around, flowers will recede

Shall that moment last forever along, the time we will meet?

Your presence shall embrace the surrounding breeze

And I shall desire the instant to freeze;

Your gilded lips, that voice so sweet

Shall I be able to make them sing, the time we will meet?

I always have longed for this moment 
Shall my longings diminish, the time we will meet?

You shall know the unsaid, your elegant face tells me,

I shall not open my heart lest you speak.

I always wonder how it would be like, the time we will meet,

You shall smile the same way, like when I teased.

And then you shall be holding my hand

To reciprocate and waiting for me again to repeat.

I shall not tell you about the gift till the time we will meet

Coz I want to see that surprise in those pearl eyes & accept your greet.

We shall let the gratitude gush; deep inside we had a rush

Don’t worry it will all be over, the time we will meet.

I always wonder how it would be like, the time we will meet.

Shall it be the day I have always dreamt of?

Shall the weather celebrate our meet?

Shall my heart forget its regular beat…?

I always wonder how it would be like, the time we will meet…

I always wonder….

By- Karan Kakwani Undergraduate Student, 3rd year IIT Kharagpur