The Will’s Victory

(By-: Aanya Rastogi and Kinjal Bhatt,XC) From the blues of blues from the darkness of the skies. To the vividest of hues to the brightness of the eyes. Thunder and lightening await my storm, you can’t escape my treachery Indiscriminately i touch all forms FOR I AM THE MIGHTY MISERY! I am the mother of…

The Vagrant Winters

(by-: Varonica) The frosty field was yet to chill Warm the fireside, yet to thrill Not to autumn will I yield But solitary winter to unveil The snow glows white As it comes tonight Dreaming for sunlight After long chilly night It came like last heroic soldier Of a defeated army While everyone celebrated Christmas…

Extracurricular Activities (A Motivation or Unnecessary Burden)

(by-: Veronica) The interpretation of dreams is the royal road to knowledge of the unconscious activities of the mind. Co- curricular activities are those actions which are done by young students to develop a skill in that particular action.  In this desirable world of tranquility, yet we have seen many families teaching their child that…

Alone

Kumkum Nagar (VIII C) From childhoods hour I’ve not been, as others were I could not bring, My passions from a common spring, From the same source I’ve not taken, My sorrow I could not awaken, My heart to joy at the same tone, and all I loved, I loved alone, Then- in my childhood…

One in kind,Kind in one

By: Aanya Rastogi(X C) Today,I saw young boys laughing at one of their fellows who had fallen down… I heard my teacher body shame one of the girls in my class… I saw people scoffing at a crying boy cause it was “Pathetic”… I heard the whole assembly discourage a kid who was fumbling on…

The Red String of Fate

BY- Kasish Gera (XC) The red string of fate has now turned blue I fail to understand why it tied me to you If this never happened, I think I would have been fine For I was never yours and you were never mine They say that this string can never break apart But will…

Silence

Divita Barfa Deep in the deeps of oceans Deep in the darkness of woods Lost in the moonless night No sound. All still It manages to find its way to you Through sadness, madness or temper. All you need is a moment alone: The body is still Yet mind at work For although being lonely…