Article 19

Category: Art

  • Occhiolist Beauty | Shreethigha

    When the dusk breaks in,When the breeze gets cold,And the masses’ too busyTo see what earth beholds,The city glowing crazyLike a million serial lights,With each narrating a wholeDifferent kind of fight,The stillness in the chaos,Easing worries you never disclose,Proving it’s not simply bunnies and cards‘Cause magic is afterall, more than just those. Poem and Artwork Read More

    1–2 minutes

  • Dear Freshie

    Dear Freshie,  A year ago, I first entered IIT Madras. Everything about it was daunting. The incredibly smart people, the extroverted kids who were quick to bond, the fear of messing up my academics, (not to mention the huge campus) which quickly spiralled out of control until I felt like a molten ball of anxiety Read More

    4–5 minutes

  • A Day in the Life | Meghna M

    I can see the sky. Of course, when you’re lying on the ground on your back, you’ll hardly see the Vindhya mess. Oh wait, I can see it if I tilt my head to the side. Well, that I can see the sky is my point. It’s almost 8, I can tell. I see girls Read More

    3–4 minutes

  • Reminiscence | Divyanjana Prashansa

    It’s only four in the morning and already you are wide awake. As always, the first thing you must do today is take him for a walk. You stare up at the ceiling for a while, groggy eyed but alert. It has been raining since last night. You can hear the pitter patter of raindrops Read More

    4–5 minutes

  • Nocturnal Longings | Gopika S

    Sun of the night sky, Sleep in the dark a little longer, will you? The sun of the white sky, if you hear me, rise a little late, will you? I bloom at night, And see you Moon.But you stay no long Shining before the velvet blackYou go so soon.Moonlit leaves strangled,While the serene music Read More

    1–2 minutes

  • Tranquillity | Ajsal E A

    SilenceBroken in the clamorOf memory dropsIn the twilightWhen the timid starsShimmeredBehind the paletteOf dark cloudsYou sailed awayBurning the hawserAnd I stoodAs an old anchorWith no howlsThe sea went muteAnd it roaredIn shattered shellsIn midnightNo one sleptAnd absence grewWith no bordersFrom shoresTo the pavements ofInner gulliesNo one listenedBut IThere’s a soundThe sound ofDrops of memory Poem Read More

    1–2 minutes

  • NRI | Swaminathan S

    After tossing the cup of coffee to the side, he walked down mechanically, navigating the broken expanse of a poorly laid pavement. The erosion was unsightly and inconvenient, but was nothing he hadn’t been expecting. He eventually reached a piece of road which someone had painted some white stripes on, because someone had told someone Read More

    5–8 minutes

  • All the Noise of Your Being | Akshaya Panicker

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    I hear your songs through my skin Too loud to be let in through ears Too noisy, to sort out the rhythm Too sharp, chiseled and bled the skin Warm blood in a soft palette Neither running nor static Stuck in a fluidic jelliness Pickled and preserved in ammonia the smell of your sweat the Read More

    1–2 minutes

  • Turn Around

    Pushing the heavy suitcase out the train and down to the platform, you stand on the steps of the train, looking at the almost empty station. The morning  air is crisp and you look down as you place a foot forward to get down.   Your foot is dangling mid air and you imagine for Read More

    5–7 minutes

  • She | Rani Unnamalai

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    Life as she remembered. She boarded her flight with her daughter. She sat next to the window, which added to her excitement of flying. She believed that just for a few hours she would possess powers that resembled the vultures’ skills at flying. She vaguely remembered observing them from her kitchen windows earlier in the Read More

    4–6 minutes