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Tick talk

a poem by Vidya Vijay

We sometimes call it precious.
And sometimes call it vicious.
But we don’t know much about it,
Which makes it all the more suspicious.

It is. It is a fact.
That without it we will lack,
A moment and a second,
Which we cannot retrieve back.

Recoverable? No, never!
So we must be as clever,
To use it while it lasts,
As it does not last forever.

It can’t be paused.
It can’t be tossed.
As time that’s lost,
Will always cost.

What my heart says

a poem by Aditya Sharma

Follow it and you will achieve great;
Have to know first what it says, to follow;
Confused itself, know not what to say;
Whisper sometimes, says something.

Take this path, fly in your own direction;
Fly hard, do not rest;
Desire in eyes, will get there if got passion.

Passion, yes! Passion or wish, what it is?
But wait, you tell me that, loud and clear;
And he whispers sometimes, says something.

Not clear in foggy mind, stumbles upon that;
Take that path, hit the fortune;
Paint other side of yours,
With the picture in me you desire.

Wandering now, nothing is clear;
Clear is this, that I am lost;
Lost in thoughts like a dot;
A dot that is lost in middle of a line;
Each and everyone followed by millions of dots lost in each other.

Hope I soon find that dot he agrees with;
Which will lead me to my next curvy line;
With charming turns and life that fulfill my wish;
Wish or passion, know not what it is!
And he whispers sometimes, says something.

They call me The Abyss

a poem by Nishtha Vyas

Deep, dark and infinite;
I may be a black hole, for I could take you in despite your might.
But I am in the space, the sea, the land and the winds that hiss;
Which is why they call me The Abyss.

A bottomless pit of silent power;
I grow in size with every hour.
I am neither good, nor evil, not a friend or a foe;
Just a hot mass of grey, engulfing you in my shadow.

Did you create me? Or have I always been there?
Am I your God? Do you take my name in your prayer?

Gaze into me, for you shall then see;
That when you gaze too hard, you turn into me.
If I am hope, you too become a desire;
And if I am the purgatory, you too will burn in my fire.