Saturday, January 31, 2009

Weekly Writing Competition(31 Jan 09 - 6 Feb 09)

Literary Committee's weekly online creative writing competition for all the students of NIT Raipur.

Apology for the delay of the contest by a week.

Last week's winner : Shirish Mishra, 4th Sem, Information Technology.

This week's topic:

" THE BLACK, THE WHITE & THE GREY"

You have to write a short article, a poem, or a play (max. duration: 30 min.) based on the above words. Creativity and satire would be appreciated.

Write your name, branch, year at the top in the first page. All entries should be mailed as attachment (.doc or .pdf otherwise it will be rejected) to "weekly@lcnitrr.co.cc". Mention "Weekly writing competition" in the subject.

Last date for submission of entries: 6th February, 2009

Cheers!

LC Team

Saturday, January 17, 2009

Weekly Writing Competition

Literary Committee brings a weekly online creative writing competition for all the students of NIT Raipur.

This week's topic:

"I wish there was/were..."

You have to write a short article, a poem, or a play (max. duration: 30 min.) starting with the above words. Creativity and humour would be appreciated.

Write your name, branch, year at the top in the first page. All entries should be mailed as attachment (.doc or .pdf) to "weekly@lcnitrr.co.cc". Mention "Weekly writing competition" in the subject.

Last date for submission of entries: 23rd January, 2009

For more details click here.

Cheers!

LC Team


Friday, January 16, 2009

meri awaz.........

its not just i say....its the voice of every indian against terrorism. read it and feel it..

meri awaz...

lahu bah raha hai tan se,
bah rahe ansu nayan se,
duhaai deti maa ro rokar ki,
khatam karo atank watan se.

mar jaate kuchh bekasur kahi,
fir bachche unke rote hain,
baethe hum araam se kahin,
bade chain se sote hain.

kaun samjhe wo maa ka dard,
jo bachcho k tukde uthati hai,
fir kabhi yaad karke usko,
chhupke ansu bahati hai.

kyu raas ata hume wo dar,
kyu hum chup ho jaate hain,
char din dhol baja deshbhakti ki,
panchwe din so jaate hain......

neend nahi raato me aati hai,
wo rudan ab dil ko satati hai,
kab tak yu hi chup rahoge dosto,
ki hadsa kab apna samay batati hai

soyi aag ab bhadakne lagi hai
bhuja b ab fadakne lagi hai,
bhara hai akrosh har lamhe ne,
shanti ko dharti tarasne lagi hai.

nahi ab unse darna hai,
aakhiri saans tak ladna hai,
aao hath milaye fir aaj,
ki is atank ko khatm karna hai.....

Thursday, January 15, 2009

CASTLE OF DREAMS.....

Sitting back in ma castle of dreams,

when silent night, gave severe screams

went back apart, from worldly thoughts,

the pleothra of haziness, in bits and lots.

The tinkering of soul, reaching salvation,

the hubs of vigilliance, murmuring passion,

thrown apart alone, detached and devastated

the disconnections of life, so ambiguously related

in comes the glorious torch of light,

tugging all my miscocepions and herculean plight,

mingling the sadness, with hopes of sight,

plucking lavishly, the opulence of right.

The plus and minus, went on together,

the tinge of glory,the halcyon weather

reincarnation of uphill reality was rather

blossoming gaiety of nightingale feathers.

The thought provoked in fraction of line

"Umbrage of wisdom, better than Wine

is this what they call "divine"

gloomy thunders of hallucination signs,

what next for this world will be fine?

Altering Vicious circle of worldly cream,

the rise of nobelty,the morons on brim,

the blowing wind, scavenging ill surface

the humanity of mind, glittering with grace...

Diggging back came the life of gleam,

& vanished away ma castle of dreams.............


Friday, January 9, 2009

The First Rose

It was one of those fine moments,

When fascinations got the better of me…

I got myself a rose plant…

My companion, at lazy hours, to be.


Oblivious, was I then,

To the lessons, those hours would teach,

Waiting long, for just a flower to bloom,

Precious patience had just the peak to reach.


Then one fine morn, amidst the leaves,

A tiny green bud was taking a peek…

My heart overflowed with joyful kindness,

At the way, that beauty behaved so meek.


She was the princess of my heart now…

Claiming, every ounce of love in it.

I nurtured her like my own child…

But adamant, she would proudly sit.


Her shyness overwhelmed me,

Her straight refusal was making me mad,

When suddenly she braved all the odds,

And bloomed with all the youth she had.


Fair and red, epitome of love,

She unfurled her curves with defying grace,

And though, the sun shined at her,

It brightened somebody else’s face…


She flirted with the bees…

And their courtships, were quite a lure.

My insecure heart, fell a victim

To the fun of their youth, sweet and pure.


I knew now why it hurt my father

When I plucked the roses from his garden.

When it’s your hands that give way to life…

There’s a bond that is divine and ardent.


Well, now I had a truth to face …

That beauty is transient, it has to wither.

It was time and she had to leave…

Only memories soft and sweet would linger…


As she prepared to leave this ethereal world,

I had to turn my eyes away…

But lo! Behold! She had left a gift…

Another bud was on her way!!

Sunday, January 4, 2009

Thy name is human

Preparations finally over

The journey about to start

Given a half filled bottle of love

In the lone traveler’s heart

 

Marooned in a strange land

Memory wiped clean

Stood the confused traveler

The journey now begins!

 

It became stronger by days,

The dull craving in his heart

The urge to have his bottle filled

He began his quest for love

 

 He met some fellow travelers

A secret they told him

“Spread the love you have with you

You’ll realize your dream”

 

But the traveler still unsure

He kept his bottle closed

Afraid that he might run out of love

Chose not to take the path showed

 

With time passing by

He traveled far and wide

Seeking love and care

But clutching the bottle tight

 

Time flew by

The final moment arrived

The traveler now opened his bottle

And lo! it had dried

 

There was no love in his heart

Not a speck of it

He had lost it all...oh! the despair

Just running after it…

Saturday, January 3, 2009

Starved of Love




Down to the core,
We are beings of dust…
Puppets in the play of love…

Feigning wisdom,
Feigning strength,
Yet destiny, means us to be petty beggars…

Doesn’t really matter,
What we eat and drink…
For, we are all starved of love…

We hunger for love…
To be held in strong arms…
Submitting to the fear of being left alone.

Surge of bile
Making us animal…
Nothing but the ache of hunger…

It grips us, tears us,
It knows no modesty,
Makes us stoop low…

Ignited jealousies…
No mercy, no forgiveness,
Craving for love and deprived of it…

Such are we, crude creatures…
Overcoming all,
But the thirst of love…