CONSORTIUM’15:THE SOCIAL QUOTIENT
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Event: CONSORTIUM'15 by Rotaract SGGSCC
Date & Time: 18th Feb , 2015 11:30 am
Venue: Sri Guru Gobind Singh College of Commerce
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Have you come across a...
The Cure
My bones have melted, my memory is rusted,
But my heart shines and my spirit can be trusted.
Some images cross my mind, everyday as I sit alone,
A cry, a laugh, a sigh and a yawn,
Remind me of the days bygone.
I remember you friend and miss the fun,
It’s been years since we talked but
Memories faded have none.
In this inconstant life, in this unstable world,
When everything vanishes and no feeling is pure,
Your friendship completes me and it is the cure.
The Cure
My bones have melted, my memory is rusted,
But my heart shines and my spirit can be trusted.
Some images cross my mind, everyday as I sit alone,
A cry, a laugh, a sigh and a yawn,
Remind me of the days bygone.
I remember you friend and miss the fun,
It’s been years since we talked but
Memories faded have none.
In this inconstant life, in this unstable world,
When everything vanishes and no feeling is pure,
Your friendship completes me and it is the cure.
Love’s Labour’s Lost
Unlike the Shakespearean Comedy that the title is borrowed from, I intend to only reflect upon the minute measures of relationships. It sometimes comes to...
Not a love song
He landed up in my world of words.
I could not contain him
In my functional life’s coloured folds
Never did I want to, it seemed.
It was some two years ago,
My eyes wandering to and fro
The dusty lanes and crowded bazaars,
Rested on the waves that lashed
Merrily and mellifluously upon his face.
His locks swayed to the moods of the breeze
And his face hung in solitude like the pale moon.
He was a complete stranger and
Therefore, my thoughts did weave
Character unto him. He existed only in mind?
His springy steps through the lawn
Was like a couplet each paired step at dawn?
Sufficient unto itself and not allowing
The observer to stretch further, thus, halting.
The long standing glance he shared
With the stars while smoke rolled out
To design clouds about them to confuse
The natural order of things,
Remained deeply into the night above him,
And brought back untainted images of poetry.
He was a poem, floating in the lightness
Of many lost thoughts emerging and dying.