"A Shade of Red" by Yuna

The Sun rose as red as blood;
the still waters mirrored the vices of above.
Upon the horizon was the shadow of an Eagle
Out to play; seeking its prey down below,
As the silhouettes docked in iron, clanked their swords,
The earth trembled as they danced to the tune of death.
Shattered were their hearts, shattered were their dreams,
Hope is all that remained
to those waiting to be redeemed.
Red moon, red leaves, red are the flames that purge
Upon the tainted ground.
Scattered are the red flowers of dirge.

Authored by Yuna
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Yuna is the pseudonym of one of our fellow students. She has too many plans and is sure that she would need nine lives to execute them all. She likes putting her feet in too many boats, and then sinking all of them, together. When she is not dreaming of elves and dragons, she is too busy procrastinating and planning Earth's doom.

"The Symphonies of Silence" by Nikita Vipul

Artwork: "Silence" by Daniela Huhurez “He didn’t utter a word. He was staring infinitely into the space, listening intently while I kept talking animatedly about my mini-adventure with a Rupee Five-Hundred note that afternoon. The angles of his mouth slowly climbed up and settled beautifully into a curve. He was still staring into the space. I knew he was in love.” -Anonymous Listening is an attitude of the heart, a genuine desire to be with another which both attracts and heals. Sadly, we talk too much, listen too little… forgetting the simple fact that we have been given two ears but one mouth. “Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn life around.” All because we don’t listen. We have stopped believing in the idea of ‘indulgence’... in the process of getting involved and melting into another person’s realm of existence. H

"Images" by Deblina Das

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"Beneath the Apple Tree" by Prabhat Ranjan

I looked up above, as I laid Beneath the apple tree, And wondered how nice it'll be, To get those apples for free. But the apples were too high to reach, So all my hopes got lost When suddenly in my mind it came Great Newton's age old thought. That when he sat below the tree As useless as I was, Without any effort, or initiative, An apple did really fall. Newton said that he was the one Who first actually had found That earth pulls the apple towards itself And makes it fall on ground. Having faith in Mr Newton I laid there as I was The noon changed to night, (The sky flooded with moonlight) But the apple did not fall! And then I began to doubt If really Newton said it true Or was it for only name and fame To gain his own fortune! Just then from above did fall An apple that made me sicken! For it emitted a chokin' smell And throughout it was worm stricken! Within a flash I speculated That no book has ever mentione

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