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Standing at the precipice of all that is nihilistic
I beam with narcissistic pride, looking down on a world so rustic
Of the ill-begotten notion that I’m the master of it all
I’m incomprehensibly delusional, deserving nothing at all
My grandiosity serves to reach an unattainable goal, an unclear … Continue Reading
Sometimes, I hear explosions bold and bright,
Something screams with all its might.
It slows down at night and makes its bed at dawn,
But every day, it fights like there is nothing left to mourn.
The sound, so crass and full of violence,
It threatens to unravel the … Continue Reading
Our Universe, of atoms, accidental
Springs into sultry existence
Far from earthly fathoms
God’s guttural life sentence
Time; an unholy mother
Unborn, reborn, and neverborn
Deviant and defiant, we discover
Vicious thorns of forlorn scorn
War; a cold world in order
Shaping up stars, lives, and … Continue Reading
Born in the factory,
up there – near the hills,
I enjoyed my journey to the ‘quiet place‘.
Or so I thought.
Alas! there it was.
Before I knew it,
the clicks of my handle surrounded my ear’s gaze.
All I heard was the chitter and chatter,… Continue Reading
New places, and new connections,
always make us wonder,
how will we do it all together?
We go, we wander, and we leave
to find places to break free.
But before we know it,
it’s an 8 AM class and we’re running late.
Rushing to class in a … Continue Reading
The core of humanity lies in art and creativity. The ties that transcend all barriers of age, race and geography can all be traced to the imagination of the human mind. To celebrate this creativity, the Manipal Association of Pharmacy Students held Qalam over the third weekend of March … Continue Reading
Love for me will always be blue,
Tinged with sadness,
It’s a bittersweet hue.
Blue for the sky that Icarus fell through,
Trying to soar for freedom,
Too close to the Sun he flew.
Blue for the loss Daedalus felt,
When he beheld his boy,
Suffering the curse he was … Continue Reading
Weary of summers past and wary of the winter to come – Autumn is a gaunt, worn veteran, hunched over on public benches. He sits with pursed lips, silently mouthing the ending of every story that begins now. As the harsh, dry wind claws the leaves off the trees, the … Continue Reading
You carved little hearts out of the cement,
and I laid down the foundation of the road.
We paved the path together, and now you repent
for creating with me, your house and my humble abode.
Our hearts, which were once whole, are now empty with agony,
I forwent … Continue Reading
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