Black & White

Chromologue “Black & White” by Pranjli Singhal & Pavan Kalyan

“Her life is devoid of colors, they say…
But Even my black & white life is full of colors, they don’t realize !!”
The widow heaved a sigh of relief as she looked at her successful upbringing.

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1st Year of College

Poem “1st Year of College” by Kartik Patil KP
The day I started it, I never thought I’ll end up like this
I want to do this in my own way dad I said
This is college life and I repeated it in my head
So I laid out a plan study, relax and enjoy
Ohh god! Confidence was too high, I thought I would get what I want (- sigh)
Initial days were awesome although I got rejected by many sports teams and departments
I never wanted to get engaged in any other activities which could somehow affect my studies
Some of the tests went well and I spoiled rest
As I took them lite because I could cover up in finals I guessed
The first semester ended and so my did hopes
But the fire never got extinguished, I can still do it as my parents told
So I started fresh with the motive that I will study all the days left
Another mid sem came but this time I was prepared like hell
But luck not seemed to favor me as I did couple of mistakes which heavily cost me
I was in tears as I let down my mother
I made a goal B, which seemed easy
I tried as hard as I could but results turned me down
I needed to get everything right one final time
But I think I had a bag with a tiny hole through which all the marks used to go
Eventually, I would say the day I started it, I never thought I’ll end up like this

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Mother

Keeps in darkness for nine months
Hoping to give light forever, like a star;
Bears the pain to welcome us
The ones who completes her.

We cry to leave for the first day of school
To see our tears she shatters the same,
Being strong still sends us away,
Hoping us to add feathers of fame.

And then we reach our teenage
School and tuitions frustrate our brain,
A tight hug at the end of day
On tensions and worries showers the rain.

Preparatory days knock on our door
Keeping us away from the world outside,
In all this tautness beside me, she stands
Keeping me social with her eternal guide.

Hostel life finally comes
Dreams, freedom, I hope to acquire all;
Still two hearts beat for each other
At the end of the day, awaiting a single call.

 

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