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Merlin Tony III BCom F

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Sometimes, happy
memories

hurt the most

Farzana N.P. Noushad

What do you think, always the sad part hurts? No, it’s never what you thought, it
was never, and it will never be. Why do people cry because they lose someone? It’s
because it’s a lose! Do you notice that? Loss!! We don’t cry because we remember
they did wrong to you, but the good memories that you spend with that person,
those are the ones that hurt you. Why? Because it is now nowhere in your life! Be-
cause you don’t have that particular reason to smile. Yes, you have lost all of that.
It’s never the pain you cry for, the happiness that you have lost makes you cry. Don’t
you always remember the good times you spend, that days you spend laughing?
Don’t you miss all that and that’s the reason that hurts, that’s what you always be-
long, that’s what makes you cry!



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Saundarya S III BCom F

She Abhinand Mathew
- Fathima M S II BCom. CA

She is earth Shoaib Harif I BCA
She can provide your shelter
But if you steal her smile, 103
She will shake you off your roots
She is water,
She can be calm and soothing
But if you make her cry,
She will be rough tide and wash you away
She is air,
She can be cool and gentle
But if play with your heart
She will be the storm and rip off your root
She is fire,
She can ignite your life
But if you scar her soul,
She will burn you down till only your ashes remain.

The Truth

Ansha Antony BCA

The tree which stood
In the center of the garden
It was a small green tree
Which I love the most
It gave me a lot of good fruits
And the taste of them makes me
Prompted to eat one more
He is my best friend
Once when I closely observed him
I could find out something
Which amazed me a lot
Suddenly I felt like
Seeing the white world
Every person lives very happily on earth
Like the leaves on the tree
Each leave start their life on the plant
And after a period of time
They got ripen out and fall down
Like the leaves that get ripen and fells off
That day I realized that
The trees are not only which gives fruits
But trees give many lessons

Sandra Shaju I BBA

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Yesterday was looted by pains Tomorrow
In every pain, everyone remembered
There will be one change LAKSHMI R
Which alters everything of today,
And that hope finally fell, Anjana James IIBcom CA
Into the hands of tomorrow.
Life brings tomorrow
But what does tomorrow brings?
Tomorrow may be black or red
But, we still believe in it.
On what course of time;
We made faith in tomorrow
Is tomorrow a religious?
Does it have more flowers?
Can we trust tomorrow?
Is it another face of God?
All of us blame yesterdays,
When misfortune swallows us
But we greet tomorrow
Hope, may fortune follow us
Tomorrow is a question;
And the answer itself
All about tomorrow are from
That is blind today
Useless, to faith in Tomorrow
Without finding yourself Today.

Each word you spell, Words
Has got something you fell Amitha Justine
Maybe good or bad, IIMcom
Attractive or oppressive
In each peculiar usage.

Many a word piled upon,
Makes no sense at all,
Nor, meritorious words,
Sparkled over make any joy.

Words been swords or poets,
Raise them powerful, it let
Where, their ideas float.
Them built another firmament

As stars in the Zenith 105
Zealow words, creating positive thoughts,
Make you be the best of all.
As per you r words, keep touch enthusiastic words

Love from the

Desk
Vijit Satheesh

If this is love I have never loved. Every time “Love is not love
I see him relaxing on the couch with the TV which alters when
remote and me slogging in the kitchen my it alteration finds or
love alters. For love is not just a feeling it bends with the re-
is also an act, a gesture, an affection that mover to remove”
exist without expectation of anything in re-
turn , which is so difficult to do, it’s so easy William Shakespeare
to fall in love but so difficult to stay in it.

Time tests love, priority test love, act and
action test love. I know you me but you
are not “in love” anymore. I love you but
I’m not in love anymore. Everything is tak-
en for granted. Nothing is said, nothing is
done. But there is love. There is love in the
question like “are you tired?”” Do you need
help”. There is love in “Dear I love yours”
and “Mommy you r de best”. But I alter.

It alters with blend dinner cupboard not
organized. Laundry not done. Clothes not
pressed. It alters with the dinner outside
there is no love in the world, there are only
question tallied or not.

My question is “love” where are you when
my expectation towards him and them
are so high. Where is love when I raise my
hand on them to appease others where is
love when I don’t feel loved?

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Anjumol Andrews Who I was &
IIIBcom Fin who I am

None of them knows who I was
They never tried to look forward
Was alone in my life
None by my side, none beside me
There as time, once I need someone
Then none was there by my side
Never know the presence of a strength
Fought hard all alone
Fell on my way several times
Saw it is a step forward for future
Got up travelled a mile or so
Failure was a part of the time
None of them knows I was
Now there is many besides me and by my side
Now they know who I am
I’ve made changes in their sphere

Where is the Light 107
LAKSHMI R

It was a green land with goldmines,
When ‘The Day’ came the land dried out,
She despised from that day on,
Dreaming of the past days of glory,
Cursing the stone man, cursing herself,
A desire for freedom, a future,
Searching for a beam of light,
Digging for a voice to reply,
Looking for breathing air,
Could battle anything for freedom,
What if she were a wind flowing?
Touching the lands with breezy smiles,
Endless happiness would she carry,
Erasing the sorrows and empty smiles.

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