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Pegasus The world of divine joy!!
February 11, 2013
Window Pane A bird flies by, chirping happily.
I stare at it from behind a windowpane.
A dandelion seed hovers by moodily. I try to reach it,
But I am behind a windowpane.. My friends go by,
chatting and laughing. But I remain seated staring from my windowpane.
I try to call them, but my words fade away,
breathing their last from behind my windowpane.
The world goes by, and I sit and cry. In a fit of rage,
I break open my windowpane. The world stops,
stares and moves on. And I realize, It's a world of windowpanes
-Tanayveer Singh
What’s poetry?
To gift-wrap your feelings in words, to dance to the tunes of rhyme and rhythm, to feel the power of each
word as it blasts forth to the world, carrying your message…
A picture may speak a thousand words, but a poem speaks of a thousand emotions. It is these emotions
of our club members that drip from each line of this issue, Pegasus, presented to you by Poetry Club. We
hope it serves as a portal for you to enter and explore our world of divine joy.
Half a sheet of Paper
Half a sheet of paper It’s half full It’s half blank
Lying naked on a plank. Half a book of life
Something’s written Something’s not Every verse starts with a dot
Half a sketch on air The edifice made
The roof was none All else was said and done
Half the sound of thunder The dread’s there Nigh to emanate
Lighting above to intimidate Progresses the inception of termination
Half a lifetime passed Half a lifetime lasts Half is all what you grasped.
-Nimit Kothari
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ఓ సఖీ
కళ్ళల్లో దీపంతో ఎదురుచూశా ,నీ రాకక ై. ఎండల్ల మంచు ల్ాగా కరిగిపో యా ,నీ గాలి సో కి. వెన్ెెల్లో వరషం ల్ా పో ంగిపో యా, నీ పిల్ుపువిని.
అల్న్ెై ఎగిసిదుమికా , నిన్ుె స్పృశంచి.
పిియతమా……
కోమల్మ ైన్ నీ పాదాల్కు మువవన్వుతా, కల్ువల్ వంటి నీ కన్ుల్కు కాటుకన్వుతా,
అమోఘ జల్పాతము వంటి నీ కురుల్ ధారల్ల పూరేకున్వుతా, తీగ వంటి నీ న్డుము ప ై మడతన్వుతా,.
వెచచని నీ కౌగిలిల్ల బానిస్న్యిపో యా , న్ా విచక్షణా స్హిత మన్:సిితిని కోల్లపయి,
ఈ విరించి కరీడన్ు పరితయజంచి, న్న్ుె న్ేన్ు మరచి
ఆహో రాతిముల్ు నీ ధాయన్ముల్ల నిమగుెడన్ెై, వరిణంచితిని నీ స్ుందర రూపమున్ు,ఒక కవిన్ెై, నిస్పృహ ల్లబరుడన్ెైతి నీ స ందరయ ముగుు డన్ెై,
అరిపస్ుు న్ాె న్ా హృదయస్పందిత కవితన్ు,నీ అందానికి దాస్ుడన్ెై
-సాయి కృష్ణ
Poetry is not limited by languages or boundaries. It
serves to bind us all through our differences. Keeping
that in mind, we present to you a Telugu poem written
by Sai Krishna.
INVISIBLE RAIN… an acrostic
I feel the drops graze past me
Not wanting to cause me pain
Violent, yet compassionate
Is the invisible rain
Sound, that’s music to my ears
I hear on my window pane
Banging, softly, on my door
Listen to the invisible rain
Evening casts a deep, dark veil
Resisting is in vain
And I fail to see your woe
Invisible, thus turns the rain
Now, finally, I know why you throb.
-Neha Manglik
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अच्छा लगता है…
कैद है चााँद की चाांदनी इस अमावसी रात में, तुम क्या जानो, ककतने पल काटे तुम्हारी बातों की बात में, मुद्दत से कुछ खास कहने की ख्वाहहश थी तुमसे,
काश ये वक़्त वफा कर जाए, आज इस आखरी मुलाकात में!!
प्रिये तुम्हारी इक सससकी से, आाँखें मेरी बह जाती हैं, तककये तले रखी तस्वीर तुम्हारी , ख़्वाबों में कुछ कह जाती है! ओ! पूर्णिमा के चााँद तू, बसांत के सुनहरे आकाश तू ,
लगाए रखना अपने चेहरे पर, इस हसीन मुस्कान का श्रांगार ,
ये गहना तुम पर अच्छा लगता है !!
अपनी हर इबादत में तुम्हारा ज़िक्र ककया है,
बचपन के खेलों को, मोहल्ले के मेलों को हर पल याद ककया है! ओ! पावन एहसास तू, मीठे अमरत की प्यास तू,
ओढे रखना तन पर अपने, हया की ये ओढनी, ये गहना तुम पर अच्छा लगता है !!
छू लो मुझको अपनी आाँखों से एक बार मुस्काकर, माांग लो सांसार की सब खुसशयााँ हक जताकर! ओ! गुल-ए-गुल़िार तू, पतझर में बहार तू,
सजाये रखना अपनी आाँखों में मेरी तस्वीर का नुजूम,
ये गहना भी तुम पर अच्छा लगता है !! -अर्चित अग्रवाल
The BoxX
I took my toy
from the five year old me and dropped it in a box never to be seen
I took my castle of sand from the seven year old me
broke it to dust and dusted it into the box
I took my butterfly from the 12 year old me I cut its wings
and dropped it in I took my colours
from the seventeen year old me broke all the bottles and painted the box with them
Then i took the box threw it into the trash
grabbed my bag of money and left.
-Lavleen Bhati
"The Other"
There is a man, out in the snow.
Where he comes from, I don’t know.
His hand are cold, he eats no grass
I was afraid, so I let him pass.
He made his way, out from the cold,
Into the warmth, of my humble cove
Yet the fire of my hearth made him thaw,
It charred his bones and burnt him raw.
-Shashank V. Rao
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Our Poets
Anirudh, Benny, Harsh , Hemant, Shashank
Abhijit, Anupam, Ashish, Ishan, Manan, Mehak, Ravi, Vaibhav,
Aditya, Aneesha, Chetan, Divyanshu, Divya, Mangesh, Nitish, Neha, Saumya, Sahil, Tanayveer
Archit, Lavleen, Mohit, Nimit, Saransh, Sai Krishna, Sakshi, Saisree, Sneha, Soumya,
Blue eyes
Blue eyes blue skies, Where’s my rainy day?
Lost my rain shade To a million smiles away...
Green eyes green fields, Where’s my autumn red? Lost my leaf stack
To the demon that i bred... Grey eyes, grey sky,
Where be my sun? Lost that summer breeze When it blew past me by noon
wreathing havoc as it went, in the ghostly hour of June...
-Abhijit Kurve
The Holy Truth
When you are on a bout of pain
You are in a concentrated state.
You will not drift with the tide
Once you've had your share.
Passion will make you breathe
And whim will lead you on.
You may become no saint or star
But a phoenix resurrecting daily.
Your survival is most important
All the rest is secondary.
-Mehak Banger
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