Wednesday, September 28, 2011

SUCCESS!!!


Seeking success in my solitude life,
Where my soul sinks into a deep-
 solemn sea of sorrows;
When the simpleton discourages me,
Soon started realizing;
Success is not so easy,
But failure is not permanent!

                                                                                    ----ABIDHA RUMANA----
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Tuesday, September 27, 2011

THE JOURNEY TOWARDS GOD


THE JOURNEY TOWARDS GOD

There were two unnamed orphan girls. They were together since they could remember
and considered themselves as sisters. They lived on the streets, slept on the platforms and
begged for food at each door. They were barely covered and food was a rare thing to them.

One day as they begged for food in a house, they were chased away by the house dog.
The houses were built with mud and bricks and so were the people in there. They did not
want to enter into any house expecting something to eat as they knew they would not get any.
They felt tired walking and rested under a tree:

“I saw a dog eating biscuits in that house! Isn’t it amazing? A dog eating biscuits!”
Wondered the little one.

“What is so amazing in that? If we ever get biscuits, that would be the most amazing
thing in the world”, chuckled the elder sister.

As time passed by, they could not bear their hunger. They asked for food to the every
passerby. One man pitied them and offered some money.

“May GOD shower his mercy on you”, he prayed and left.

As they munched the bread bought with that money, new questions dawned on the
little one:

“Who is GOD?” puzzled the little girl.

“People say that he created us and helps everyone to get out of their problem”, replied
the elder sister.

“Then, where is he?

Why didn’t we ask him for help?

Can he give us a name?” popped out the younger sister without letting the elder one to
answer.

“I think he is right up in the sky and he can give us a name, if we ask”, assured the
elder one.

Then both decided to meet god and ask him for help. They walked several miles
without any food and water. After a long walk, they halted before a graveyard with a boy
crying alone. They approached him:

“Hey! What made you cry?”

“My mom was taken by god and so she has gone leaving me all alone”, cried the poor

“Don’t worry! We are going to meet god, you can also accompany us and ask him to
return your mother”, consoled the little girl.

“Yes, you can“, added the elder sister.

The three of them continued their journey seeking god. They landed on a deserted
place with only rocks and mountains filling the way. It became dark and they were all tired
and starving too. They decided to take rest and continue their trip the next morning. As they
prepared to sleep, the little one came up with an interesting idea:

“Look at those mountains, they rub the sky and they can take us to god!” she
exclaimed with joy.

The morning dawned bright and warm. Both the boy and the little one woke up. But
the elder didn’t open her eyes. They shook her up, but no response. She had died of starvation.

“She is also taken by GOD”, said the little boy.

“Then she’ll ask him to take us as well. Let’s go on searching him till then”, said the
little one innocently.

With a smile on her lips and tears in her eyes, she bid her dear sister goodbye and
started climbing up those sturdy rocks. The boy followed her.

THE JOURNEY CONTINUED!

MARYAM FATHIMA
II BA ENGLISH LITERATURE

WHAT'S NEXT




What’s Next?

“Knock, knock, knock” thundered the door. Rohan sprang up from his sleep. He slowly crept away from his bed and slide the door open. His domestic help was standing with a glass of milk, wearing his usual cunning smile. Rohan grabbed his milk and slammed the door behind him. For a while he kept staring into the glass of milk as he sensed something was not really good. But then he thought that it was stupid and began to sip. After he finished his last drop, he leaned towards the table to place the glass and felt something wrong in his throat. He gulped down some water but couldn’t swallow it. His throat was becoming dry and he figured out that something was blocking his nose from breathing. He noticed the whole room spinning around his head. Suddenly the door burst open and he found his servant with a dreadful laugh that filled the air.
“Knock, knock, knock “thundered the door. Rohan woke up from his terrible nightmare and went to get the door. He hesitated for a moment and then dragged open the door unwillingly. To his shock he found his servant with a glass of milk, wearing his usual cunning smile...

H. MARYAM
II BA ENGLISH

Adieu Fear




Adieu Fear
He knocked my door,
Strangely occupied me,
And made me helpless,
So I could hardly tolerate.
Made my Member to vacate,
Gave me deep breath,
Brought me a spring soon,
Hopefully handsome.
I asked his name,
He smiled at me
And bravely said “Brave”





YASMIN FATHIMA.A
II BA ENGLISH







Living Hell




LIVING HELL
The world knows you well,
Calls you as hell.
Says you are danger,
Treats you as a stranger.
O hell! So pure is your fire
Than the traitors desire.


KEERTHIKA.M
II BA ENG














What to Write?



What to write?
I searched my mind
To write a poem.
But there’s nothing
In my mind.
I keenly watched the nature,
Yet I didn’t know what to write.
I thought and thought,
But still my pen
Is motionless.
Day and night have passed,
Still my thoughts are empty.
My bed called me to sleep and
Hoped I would catch it in my dream.
But still I couldn’t......






M. SHAHINA
II BA ENGLISH

PUBLISHED IN AN INTERNATIONAL POETRY CONTEST -ANNAMALAI UNIVERSITY


Philip’s Stud

Millions of young souls
Destined with intimate goals
Are brought all together
To shine with glory forever.

They all thrive to acquire
The desires sparked up in fire.
They sway away all the hurdles
Like horses rod with reined bridles.

Vast realm of education you endorse
As a paddock to graze for a horse.
Like you care your silver jet,
You train them all well and fit.

Finally, as steady stallions they grow
And all wins and praises overflow.
The esteem and credit to you belong
For which we all owe you a song.



Your academy in God’s name
Is rendering knowledge and fame.
We hail you for the care
And the service you share.

MY DEFINITION OF INDEPENDENCES


Frightening Freedom.
Frightening! Frightening!
Ignored lights occupied streets,
Electricity on them never greets.
Sky stays their only roof,
Rest all bans them aloof.
In sun’s radiance dreams burnt
And tanned for the lack of a grant.
Begging through for scraps,
No regards even the flag flaps.


Freedom! Freedom!
With security the people exalt
As they fear the terror’s assault.
Valued paper can take no blame
For the greed’s disdainful act of shame.
Not this the true independence.
Neither safe nor free is the appearance.
With violence and fraudulence the nation shivers.
With anguish and pain the flag quivers.