WHO IS TO BLAME?
She sits in front of the mirror
Stares at the women in the reflection
Her trembling fingers reach her face
Picked her every flaw, every blemish
till nothing was left to trace
Those greys that she tries to hide
Old age is her new friend, a friendship
she vehemently denies.
She reached for the picture stuck in the corner. Its edges folded, a little torn
A flawless beautiful face looks back
at her, a face that she once owned.
She looks back at the mirror anxious
To find the answer she tries to look deep
Alas ! All she sees is a shallow mind
and a heart that would never speak.
Furious she picks up the comb and
throws it on the mirror
But what shattered is not the mirror,
it is her soul.
She searches for who she really
is looks at the pieces once again
Hoping that the mirror may now understand,
But the mirror us clear, it reflects what it sees
It’s the woman, aloof from the truth
Veiled herself with memories she
welled in the past
Afraid to face the reality,
which came to her at last
And what she saw she could never relish
Cruel reality brought fresh
tears to her vacant eyes.
Alone with her thoughts she sits on her bed
Is she to blame ? Or is it the mirror?
Sama Saraf
152, A/C, Vasant Kunj, New Delhi
“THE OLD TOWN”
The peaceful and beautifull,
The place of honest people,
the holy land
Situated at the nook,
Of the cruel world,
Another heaven on the land
Where nature sings,
Where nature dance,
where everyone enjoy it existence
God really exist there,people say
But it is difficult to believe
In this red hot era
How old is it?
No one knows, i just want to be there
to have the true zest of life
I will try to reach one day there,
At the lonely corner,
Where it is situated
VIVE LA “the old town”
ANIL RAJGOTRA
1st year,GDC SAMBA
BEAUTIFUL FRIEND
My Beautiful Friend
You made me laugh when I cried
so hard
You gave me bracelets to cover
my scars
You held me close when I was so
cold
You offered a comforting hand to
hold
You picked me up whenever I fell
You showed me heaven when I
was blinded by
hell
You answered my calls in the
darkened night
You gave me the reasons to hold
on and fight
You rescued me when I was
drowning in pain
You placed me back on the right
path again
Neelam Devi
G D C Ramban (S)
TRY TO CLIMB UP
Because hope is a rope ,.
Which takes you to the top.
Life gives you red ,
Also gives u blue
But if you keep a hope ,
You always get a clue.
A clue of success ,
Which reduces your stress ,
It gives u motivation ,
You start feeling relax
Motivation makes you work ,
You learn to bear the jerk ,
You start trying again
And learn finding gain.
You think of wrong and right ,
And also learn to fight ,
One who learns to fight ,
Always reaches the height.
So it was only a hope
Who makes you to try ,
‘Try’ takes you to height
Which turns your future bright.
Pooja (Pari)
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