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Poetry







                                                                                                                               They walk                                                Waiting


        Do You Remember                                                                                                        amongst us                                               to be free



        Somewhere in a dream, Serene and blissful from           Layers of years, now whisper here, Imprisoned in              They  walk  amongst  us,  but  in  silent  ways,         I am dying, but not like anybody who died. I am
        the start It comes to me again The two of us in love,    this hidden place, with every breath of air.                  spreading  peace  and  love  without  any  praise.       living, but in the rainbow, I do reside.

        and  eagerly  alone  Breathlessly  naive',  and                                                                        When thunder roars and lightning strikes in rain
        blissfully assured that we would be as one ...that       Not a fluent time that bends or moves ...but time              they watch over us, healing bleeding pain.               How much longer will I go until secrets unveil? My
                                                                                                                                                                                        mind cannot comprehend but my heart will decide.
                                                                 fully reasoned, with ancient eyes Unwound of it's
        nothing  in  the  world  outside,  could  ever  be
                                                                 youthful  eyes  and  loves  Where  dulcet  words              Yet we do not see their celestial light, nor do they
        compared…                                                                                                                                                                       My problems are too simple, my remedy complex;
                                                                 plucked  out  of  space  Have  not  been  tinged  by          shed  feathers  within  our  sight.  Happy  to  hide
                                                                                                                                                                                        Love is my medicine, which I have identified.
        Two bikes took rest against a tree We climbed the        autumn's breath And innocence is scattered like               behind unknown faces, empathy guides them to
        nearest hill, Through foxtails, deep and thickets,       leaves upon the breeze And lingers, ...with a sweet           deprived places.                                         Destination is unknown; the journey is too short,
        high  Along  a  creek  bed,  far  and  wide,  wading     wistful sigh ..                                                                                                        My vehicle is broken, our driver is mystified.
                                                                                                                               Heal and soothe, they prevent tears from flowing,
        through warm granite stones Slick and wet, with
        velvet moss littered deep with autumn leaves, and        We who once made love, ...a thousand skies ago                touch our hearts to leave our spirits glowing. From      My  body  is  a  cage,  my  soul  is  shackled  inside.
                                                                 Have slept with tossing shadows and lilting cries
                                                                                                                               Sydney  to  London,  Rome  to  Bombay,  provide
        the urgent tender years ….                                                                                                                                                      Speak not of troubles, my pain will be justified.
                                                                 Still tremble with the memory                                 moments that take our breath away
        My  darling...do  you  remember...?  We  were  like      Oh, ...I know the subtle ways of empty dreams And             Their  acts  of  grace  form  a  ripple  effect,  kind    The door is half open; I can see the ray of love, My
        children, we marveled and swooned at the shapes                                                                                                                                 heart will take over until we're all unified.
                                                                 I shall go by silent lanes and leave this day....and          gestures that help people to connect.
        of the clouds in the lavender sky changing their                                                                                                                                Tomorrow, I will fly with swallows, they know the
        forms in a wink of the eye We were wild with love,       you....                                                                                                                path. Who can you trust “Haloo”? There is no one
        that  stirred  the  stones  Discovering  firsts,  and                                                                                                                            to confide.
        thirsts unknown …..                                                                                                    By Ms. M. Mounika,
                                                                 By Ms. M. Sneha Harshitha,                                    B. Tech (CSE)- 19UP1A0528

                                                                 B. Tech (CSE)- 19UP1A0529
                                                                                                                                                                                        By Ms. Vanchi Sathvika,
                                                                                                                                                                                        B. Tech (CSE)- 20UP1A0554


























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