Sunday, March 27, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Every morning she wakes up,
with a ray of sunlight.
Bringing a beam of sunlight
and a beep of cellphone
Bringing a sweet message of a dearest friend
and a smile on her face.
She lives in a city frustrated but still
poses to be fine.....
Filled with an urge to do nothing
but to work on a lifeless machine
accustomed to the fake smiles around her
All these years she forgot,
to hear to the wind & to feel the moon
to read, to write & to paint
to sing, to dance & even to smile
The books by Shakespeare
and the poems by Wordsworth,
Even her own paintings.....lay,
in the corner of her house finding place,
no more in her life...
She lives in a city frustrated but still
poses to be fine,
with a portrait smile....
POEM BY: S. UJWALA
1ST B.Sc
TODAY
A day to rejoice, a day to bring about a change,
A day away from the suffering,
A day away from the misery,
A day different from all the other days,
And that day is ' Today'
A day to forgive all wrong,
A day to write a new song,
A day with a new start,
Where the past is at pause,
And that day is ' Today'
To forget and forgive,
To live and let live.
Give it a new beginning,
Starting from ' Today'
POEM BY: APARNA R.
1ST B.A
SERVANT
With much toil have I done the sapless log.
But this toil brings health, and health is happiness.
Happiness is what is needed, a way to get rid of stress.
Here comes whom I know- came he here unseen by me.
I pray to God, stranger, tell the house that
would have filled with Inches.
Introduces, friends and travellers have glib tongues,
silences will question there.
To-day is not the day, that there (I) came here
but my business of leisure is well guessed.
He is not seen, to which i came here.
I smell the matter, that would serve the house.
Havimg been rendered what I wanted to say,
my work or service has rewarded.
This what I continue to do to live,
as it make some good to see or get satisfied.
There might be some default in me, to which
some resort to, but if it continues I may
lead to in some worse
So, as to live, I continue to do.
To which I should cater to me and my family.
POEM BY: K. Sagar Singh
II B.Com ' B '
MY FINAL WISH
When things go out of hand
take a deep breath, close your eyes
think of me.
I will be there, in your heart
in your mind,
guiding you through the times
Remember the times we were so young,
walking the streets hand in hand.
But now im old and frail,
walking to the door,
is all i can i take.
Soon I will be gone, you will be alone.
Dont cry for me, dont grieve for me.
Remember the long years we spent,
creating history.
Know that you will always be
my last thought before I sleep.
Now it is time.
The time has come for me to go
into a timeless journey alone.
I shall have no fear,
for I know
you know will always be
close to my soul.
And I will go with a smile on my lips,
for there is nothing that matters more
than your kiss.
POEM BY: NAMITA SRINIVAS
II B. A [ P.J.O.E]
FOREIGN; I never paid much attention to the meaning of this word
Until I found myself in a totally different world.
So far away from family and friends and with strangers all around
I seek a little bit of solace
And won’t rest until it’s found.
The language I speak and the one I now hear
Are light years apart.
Even when I speak slow, steady English they cannot
Understand me and that’s the funny part.
I walk through the crowded streets enduring never-ending stares
And baffled glares, ‘West Indies!’ some shout.
I take refreshments where people stand as they eat
And I ride the bus in which there’s never an empty seat.
At night I call home hoping to hear a familiar voice once more
Only to be disconnected due to insufficient funds
And I’m left missing them more and more and more.
In the end there’s truly no place like home
And as for lovers left behind
All I can say is ‘Kiss me through the phone’.
The rain is soothing, it reminds me of home
Whereas the cold makes me feel more alone.
Talk about the food, delicious and colourful
But a little…..okay, A lot hot!
Can I complete a meal without a jug of water in hand?
I think not!
New friends I make everyday
The gorgeous girls…I simply can’t stay away!
And yet every day they forget my answer
To their question: ‘Why is your hair like that nah?’
And so I smile and simply reply: ‘Why is yours like that…nah?’
Blessed I feel to have my fellow countrymen and women with me
Always supporting me nd encouraging each other to be the best that we can be.
It all comes back to searching for a piece of home- away from home
So as to feel a little less alone.
At the end of a very long day
Upon my not-so-soft bed I will lay
With my mind’s eye I will envision
Times that are near and times that are far;
As I search the skyscrapped sky
For a tiny shooting star.
I will think to myself, ‘Why not send a postcard to all you hold dear?’
Because I truly wish they were near
I truly wish they were here
To help me feel a little less FOREIGN!
POEM BY: DAVID ANGURIA
BCA (2ND YEAR)
ST. CLARET COLLEGE
BENDING WITH NATURE
How beautiful the sunset is!
With its darkening hills and glistening seas,
with the fiery, orange sun setting low in the west,
admist the chirping of birds and humming of bees.
As I lay on the wet, sandy shore,
I think to myself, ' What a wonderful light!'
No other thoughts dare enter my head.
On this cloudless, peaceful, heavenly night.
The stars pierce through the velvety sky, one by one.
The moon too, reflecting its light from the Sun.
Shooting stars and comets rarely passing by
and artificial satellites probing the night sky.
All is quiet, all around,
without a soul near by to make a sound,
Everyone is asleep, tucked in thier beds,
the cows and buffaloes locked in thier sheds.
The seconds turn into minutes, the minutes into hours,
I continue to gaze at the starry blanket above,
The cool, salty ocean breeze brushes across my face,
My body begins to relax; my heartbeat lessens its pace,
Before I know it, I am conquered by heavenly slumber
I am oblivious to my surroundings, my eyelids are shut;
I am sucked into a whirlpool of colourful dreams,
So very realistic, these dreams do seem.
And now, from the seas, the sun will rise,
Making a sight to behold to the human eye,
The start will not sparkle, the moon will not shine,
Becuase the Sun will have come out by that time
POEM BY: NANDITA S.
III B.S.C.
" AN ODYESSEY LEAD ASTRAY"
" What id life's worth?
Where do we proceed?
Immense question, rhetorical and unanswered;
But, a child clinging to hid mother's torn sari.
As she leads him across the hustling chaos
of automobiles and the hostile mob rushing
on the busy traffic;
For him, the questions cease to exist.
Plainly, do we walk away,
like raindrops on a summer day.
Just lingering through faint smell
that continues to stay in the air
Minds troubled with the causes race
An Alice in one's own material Wonderland
of dreams dipped in minted coins and
green papers
Like an art and busy bee
Our lives is shaped with technologies
Apprehensions of what lie ahead,
The only inevitable fate, death, misted and wiped
We forget to look at that smiley child
battling with his mother against the moving mob.
We forget to see the beautiful sight,
the lights of the stars that leads our way
Towards our goal, our destination to
the moon.
An odyssey, that again, lead astray.
ARE YOU GREATER THAN HER?
You are the creator of thid world, my Lord,
you are my maker.
You are the one who made this land,
you are the one who gave us hands.
But there is someone, who cares for me.
She is my own.
She is my backbone.
Are you greater than her?
She cares for me.
she loves me more,
she worries about me,
when Im out door.
She fulfills my wishes,
when Im angry.
She feeds me with delicious dishes,
when Im hungry.
She plays with me as a my best friend,
her love never has an end.
I cant leave something for her.
but, I cant leave her for something
She is gift to me,
she is my mother.
But tell me the truth, O Lord,
Are you greater than her?
POEM BY: SRIDEVI M.P.
1ST Bcom. ‘B’
EDITORIAL NOTE - 5TH EDITION
We are happy to bring out the fifth edition of ‘THE CREATIVE CORNER’ for the year 2010-11. This is a special issue and the final of the two editions dedicated to poetry and a conclusion to the inter-collegiate poetry writing competition ‘WRITE HERE, WRITE NOW!’.
We thank all the students who have contributed to this issue and request the same enthusiastic support and contribution in the ensuing issues.
Watch out for the forthcoming 6th edition which will be a ‘SHORT STORY SPECIAL’. We have already begun accepting your entries! Do not miss this opportunity to get your story published!
- PANKAJ A. DESAI - EDITOR-IN-CHIEF
- VIVEK M.V. - EVENT CORDINATOR
Your contributions are welcome at: ilovecreativecorner@gmail.comMonday, March 14, 2011
REPORT ON ‘WRITE HERE, WRITE NOW!’
The Department of English has been able to bring out many talents into the forefront and has always encouraged enthusiastic students. The ‘Creative Corner’- a wall magazine, has been instrumental in arousing the interest of budding writers and prodding them to write on their own frequently.
‘Write here, Write now!’- an inter-collegiate poetry writing competition was conducted on the 5th of March, 2011 in our institution where more than 40 students participated from various colleges including our own. The day began with the welcoming of the participants by the Secretary of M.E.S. institutions-Prof Sheshadri Iyengar, the Degree Principal-Prof. Geetha Srinivasan and the Head of the English Department-Mrs. Gayathri. Each of the dignitaries wished the students the very best even as they encouraged them. Thereafter, the participants were ushered into the competition hall where they unleashed their creativity for the next 90 minutes.
Coming back after the competition, the participants as well as the other students attended the lecture by Dr. Vijaya Subbaraj who to the excitement of the students turned out to be a prolific speaker. Dr. Vijaya spoke on the topic, ‘How to bring out the creative writing streak within us?’ Her talk was followed by a very enthusiastic interactive session where many students asked her their queries and she responded to them effectively. The lecture was followed by lunch.
Post lunch, the result of the competition was announced and the finalists were invited to come in front of the audience and recite their poems. Listening with rapt attention, the audience admired the imagination of the budding poets and encouraged them with a loud applause. Having heard the finalists, the judges decided on the winners and declared the best poets of the event. With the awarding of the winners, the event ‘Write here, Write now!’ concluded as a reality from the initial idea that it was!
Report prepared by: PANKAJ A. DESAI
4TH SEMESTER, B.A.(P.J.O.E.)LIFE
Early in the morning,
When I was starting the day,
Saw a lady in neighbor.
She was playing with her baby.
That time I realize
What is life?
I remembered my childhood,
When my mother was loving us.
As we grew we forgot love,
This is the life of that mother,
Who is living without her son!
And waiting for me all the times.
Life is a moment of sad and joy,
That teaches us a lesson.
Live it happily and with your family.
The meaning of the life,
We can know by a bird.
Who is living in freedom,
And suddenly she is caught by someone.
When a babies were born, their parents thought
The future of the boy.
And the life teaches us.
The moment of sad and joy.
I realized when I was doing mistakes.
My mother was not teasing me.
And she was just loving,
When we grew up we forgot her.
But she is the mother can’t miss,
She waited for me several time.
At the end I will tell,
That don’t forget your parents
And live together till the end!
POEM BY: Prem Chand
2ND YEAR, B.Sc.
I AM A HAPPY MAN
I was born for my happiness
Fighting with death and winning my Birth.
I fought with my hard life till I grew up,
Willing to be happy.
Because I am a happy man.
I got my love, will full of joy
For my soul to enjoy.
My love,
My life is a race,
Which I can see in your eyes.
Though I may rest in peace,
My memories will accompany
You throughout your life
With full of grace.
Hope you will also be my happiness.
I am a happy man.
POEM BY: C.L. Maruthi
2ND YEAR, B.Sc.
RAIN
Come, come rain wash out the pain.
It is hidden in my heart,
You are the one who can listen it,
He has left me behind without care,
Which I was searching for a true love.
Come, come rain and washout the pain
He was the one who made me feel the love,
But now I cannot find him anywhere
My eyes keep on searching for him,
I stood at door, I stood at window.
Waiting for day, at last waiting for years.
Come, come rain and washout the pain.
POEM BY: Bindhu Shree
3RD YEAR, B.A.
I DON’T LIKE BUT I DO
I don’t like darkness
But I like nights.
I don’t like sunrays,
But I like its warmth.
I don’t like loneliness,
But I like going on a date with myself.
I don’t like speed,
But I like the air it brings.
I don’t like heights,
But I like the view it gives.
I don’t like pain,
But I like the love that brings it.
I don’t like the bad,
But I like the good that kills it.
I don’t like hypocrisy,
But I like the honesty that exposes it.
I don’t like jealousy,
But I like the integrity that belittles it.
I don’t like sadness,
But I like the braveness that buries it.
I don’t like fights,
But I like to agree to disagree.
I don’t like childishness,
But I like the innocence that puts it to shame.
I don’t like technology,
But I like the word it brings from a distant dear.
I don’t like death,
But I like the life that makes it worth the end.
POEM BY: Rinita Mishra
3RD YEAR, B.Com
HEY….! JUST LISTEN
It’s open yet, please do care my heart
Fill with Love, considering years of vacant
Erase the lonely feel, experiencing it is really tough
Right now, write the love, in love font.
You being a full moon, come as Rainbow
In a Rainy moon, when i require sun
I’m your heart’s language, use it with love and fun
Pronounce it as you wish, since i’m like a noun
I translate all my feelings, in your way
Atleast you criticize rather keeping it at the bay
Until my last breath, I request you to say
All about love, rest all of it, in return i’ll pay.
In your absence eyes really wept, now also its blur
Make an hearty attempt with love, to clear.
Sieze my heart or kill me now
If not i’ll quit, which has nothing to woe.
POEM BY: Shankar M.B.
II B.Sc.
IN A CLOSET
We were one in words
You finished my sentence
I can never attract tomorrow
It pushes me aside.
I sink in waters deep
Your presence kept me floating
Far from depths where secrets lie
May be in another life time
I could be the first you meet.
I once read a poem
Held my breath and those moments gone
First time I felt like somewhat hurts
I need an opinion, a reason and some hope.
Yell at me I want to be your light that shines.
But my ground is shaking and I might fall
I wish that I could say
I wish that I could be your
Evil………. Evil in a closet.
POEM BY: Vijay Kumar R.J.
II B.A.
CRICKET AND WORLDCUP
As i started writing the poem
And going on thinking what to write?
I just remembered the current news
That is about Cricket!
The Cricket is a game which started
In a street Boys play
In the name of the country called England
It went on and on…..
Now the cricket has reached the stage
As that it is not only for the particular country
But the play is for the whole world.
Whomever if you ask about Cricket,
They’ll never say or question you; What is Cricket?
Now it’s the fight between the countries
Which can be never seen before or in History.
In the History the nations were fighting
For the protection of their countries
But this fight is for the World Cup.
Everywhere the news is World Cup, cricket
Names of cricketers are heard.
This is so popular than our film stars.
And when the match starts
Batsman hitting the Ball with all his force
And the Bowler hitting the wickets
There is a cheering environment all over the field.
The commentators commenting on…..
And suddenly at the end of the match
there is silence like how it is after a Bomb blast.
This situation what I’m speaking
Is nothing about our 20-20 world cup
As you all can remember that situation
And we all are praying for that
World Cup now also for God.
We wish India will get that
Again with the cheerful winning.
And we have the self-confidence
On the god and our captain too…..
So we all together shout and say India
Is the world’s best Cricket Team…..!!!
POEM BY: Sri Devi R.
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