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Poetry
Waves are often considered as a symbol of time- a moment once passed never comes back. A wave is never the same as the next. Water moves, taking away everything around it. With time, everything gets destroyed except for memories; memories that are embedded in your mind. The sand felt soft under my feet As...
In the modern world of global thoughts, people travel around the globe and stay away from their birthplaces, and embracing cultures becomes an integral part of life. Being a girl from a very small city of Bihar, I can surely tell a million versions of a story where embracing the culture and people becomes a...
my obsession with flowers began around the same time as my obsession with girls but only one of them felt wrong. i caught myself bunking classes to sleep on fresh grass in gardens. i spent my afternoons sitting and staring at the old-fashioned hibiscus she never said a word, but blushed in return the golden...
so I honestly don’t remember waking up one day- maybe a Tuesday maybe something more exciting…a Friday? -and going you know what I’d love to be oppressed starting from today till the end of my life I’m genuinely unable to recall on what ominous day I felt the sizzling desire to choose vehement degrees of...
A bleak midwinters night got me staring at the pale ceiling of my store Making me nostalgic, nostalgic about the feelings that I once bore The feelings that came back like waves gushing at the shore The feelings that could hurt as much as broken glass on the floor The feelings that were embedded deep...
And I stand under the shower With my red, watery eyes Turning the knob towards the right, Towards the warm side In a hope to acquire some warmth, Warmth, cause its absence usually haunts Water above me, water beneath me Making use of each drop to conceal, Conceal, the tears that don’t really heal Ask...
The line “lamha lamha kisi jaadu ka fasana hoga”, written by Jan Nisar Akhtar, is how Javed Akhtar was originally named Jaadu. True to his name, his words hold magic, and his delivery leaves you in awe. On the 18 th of October, we at Symbiosis Literature Festival had the opportunity to listen to the latest recipient of...
Mumbai speaks as many languages as she holds people, but ends up screaming in one rather unnoticed tongue that I caught myself talking in the second week of my internship. This poem is the result of this observation. Parth Rahatekar (Batch 2020) — this city loves her people enough to teach them a language she’s...
FILM REVIEW: The ordinary human mind craves familiarity, security, even monotony over change. It interprets these as signs of prosperity and accomplishment. But there are a few among us who yearn for fresh experiences, better challenges to stimulate their intellect and keep it from falling into the dreary desert sands of dead habit. Grey Scale...
I believe in ghosts Not the scary kind that climb out of TV sets Or the ones that seek vengeance in a creaky wooden house on the top of a blue moor I believe in ghosts But The kind that are soft memories Lingering in doorways where you once stood Running down halls And seated...