On the land of discipline, we made fun by breaking barriers one by one.
We gathered for fests, not for lectures.
Still passed exams -  future protectors!

Wandering canteens with zero shame.
Assignments done on the deadline’s name.
Where 5G slows and signals fall, friendship's network stood tall for all.


GeeksForGeeks is our holy book ,A prof’s rare smile? The ultimate prize.
We chit-chatted in loops,
Nested fights sparked by "you’re not right!"

Projects bought from nearby stores,yet real ideas came from our mental cores.
Even as records laughed in our face,we printed outputs with silent grace.


Now in a world where ChatGPT thrives,our bond stays real.
No AI can match what we define , A friendship that's purely tech-divine.


Debugging life, line by line CSE hearts forever in sync.

With your presence stitched into my soul,
I quarrel with myself each day.
Pleading with my heart to let you go,
While your memories stand guard.
Unwilling to release even a thread of you.

Every breath is a burden.
A silent ache beneath my ribs.
Because your thoughts linger like perfume in the air.
Refusing to fade, refusing to forgive.

Somewhere along the way,my heartbeat forgot its own rhythm and d learned only the gentle thud.
That whispers your name in every pulse.
You’ve etched yourself across my being like lifelines on my palm that fate itself respects.
Like words on my forehead only destiny can read.
Like a song lodged in my throat that even silence dares not interrupt.

Your voice still lives in my ears,
Building echoes from the void,
Haunting every quiet room I enter,
Tugging at my focus like a child lost in a crowd.
I once believed you dissolved into me,
Like salt in water
So I can evaporate myself to run away from you.
But now, I see…
You were like water in milk
undetectable, inseparable.
Even in your absence, the breathe you exhale is bringing your presence.
In this silence of autumn your laughter blooms like an echo of spring.


You still live inside me but by holding onto you, I’ve lost parts of who I was.
Now, even my breathing…
Feels like something you left behind,
Like I only breathe because your memory wants me to.

Where is the side of me that faked tears but never a smile?
Where is the side of me that lied about having a fever instead of hiding it?
Where is the side of me that poured out every problem instead of carrying them alone?
Where is the side of me that blamed home food instead of craving it?
Where is the side of me that spoke without fear instead of swallowing my words?
Where is the side of me that fought instead of walking away in silence?
Where is the side of me that ran into crowds instead of seeking solitude?
Where is the side of me that answered endless questions instead of questioning my own existence?
Where is the side of me that cried over the smallest things instead of smiling through the pain?


Somewhere along the way, I lost that childhood.
Somewhere, I let its innocence slip through my fingers.
Somewhere, I turned my dreams to ashes and let the Ganga carry them away.
Somewhere, I buried my laughter beneath the weight of expectations.
Somewhere, carefree days turned into sleepless nights.
Somewhere, age and responsibility silenced the child within.
A carefree childhood faded,and a responsible adulthood took its place.
Yet, in the quiet corners of my heart ,that child still knocks, still whispers, still waits...

Hoping, one day, I will open the door again.

But how can I tell that the door will never open again?
How can I tell that the path has closed
forever?
How can I tell that it all came to an end long ago?

I thought our love was an endless journey – But no one told me it’s a map etched in pain.

I traced our love like a river – But always flowing away from me.

You were my Himalayas – Breathtakingly beautiful but out of my reach.

When I wandered through deserts of loneliness, you offered yourself as an oasis

You are a brief pause in the storm.

You are a mirage I believed in.

But when you left me.....

I collapsed like a glacier.

Quietly, slowly.

Nothing of me left.

But your reflections in melting waters still echoes.

I studied the geography of us

The fault lines.

The elevation.

The distance.

I cried....

Not because you left me

But because I finally understood,

Some places are never meant to meet,

Some loves are parallel lines,

Always close,but never touching.

Now, the only thing that helps me survive is your memory

But even that feels like a mountain I carry while walking on sinking sand.

The mind whispers,walk the path of dharma,like Arjuna, with his bow drawn tight.

The heart replies, let me offer love into it,like Meera, singing to her Krishna through the night.

Situations whirl around me.

Like the churning of the cosmic ocean—Samudra Manthan

Where every choice pulls like devas and asuras

Tugging between what’s right… and what’s desired.

But my soul, ancient and still,speaks in the voice of Vishnu, resting upon Ananta.

Soft, eternal, and unshaken

Do what is necessary

Time moves—like Shiva in his Tandava

Moments rise and fall

Karma spins its golden wheel.

In the center of it all

Like a flickering diya in the wind

Like Draupadi with folded hands

I stood… still.

Not knowing what’s right and what’s desired.

Until something touched me

Not a voice, not a word,but a divine light

Like the jyoti of Arunachala.

The kind of light Yashoda must’ve See when she looked into Krishna’s mouth and saw the universe.

It said:

When your heart and mind stop their war and start walking together,like Lakshmi beside Vishnu grace flows into action.

Miracles don’t just visit…They begin to live in you.

When your soul accepts the leela,when it bends with the time,even suffering becomes prasad.

Even poison, like Neelakantha’s, becomes a sacred strength.

So I bow

Not in surrender,but in sacred acceptance.

I do not run after answers.

I do not ask the winds to calm.

I walk the sacred thread—that unseen sutra,woven by Saraswati’s wisdom and Sita’s silence.

That ties duty to devotion.

Lets love carry its weight.

With no need for reward.

Freedom

One word to say, so easy to sound,
A word so simple, yet so profound.
Is it the right to go anywhere?
Or the wisdom to know where we’re needed?
Is it the right to do anything we wish?
Or the strength to do what must be done?
Want—four letters, a fleeting desire.
Need—four letters, a guiding fire.
Both seem the same, both quick to say,
Yet one fades, while the other stays.
Why does need always prevail?
Why does want so often fail?
Why does necessity hold the throne,while desire stands alone?
Perhaps freedom is not just a choice,
But the courage to listen to life’s voice.
Not just the right to chase our dreams,
But the wisdom to know what truly redeems.
True freedom is not in doing it all,
But in knowing when to rise and when to fall.

Who am I?

Am I Radha who lived in every corner of your mind,yet was never written in your fate?

Am I Rukmini bound to you by dharma and destiny,yet forever wondering if your heart truly called out my name?

Am I Sati who burned in silence,leaving in the middle of our journey,because the world failed to see what we shared?

Am I Seetha tested by time,separated by fate,yet tied to you in an unspoken promise?

Am I Shakuntala forgotten in your memory, yet carrying the seed of our love in silence?

Am I Damyanti who chose love over kingdom,when the world saw only a queen lost?

Am I Sathyabhama whom you won like a prize, a gift of pride?

Am I Lakshmi always seen at your feet?

But now, after walking through the fire of my own questions,after analysing every role the world gave me I know who I truly am.

I am Radha,who let go, not out of weakness,but out of love strong enough to set you free.

I am Rukmini,who can fight with the world even with my own blood to stand beside you when no one else will.

I am Parvathi,reborn in different forms,
yet always drawn to you by the same soul thread.

I am Seetha,who may wander forests and endure storms,but my heart never forgets the rhythm of yours.

I am Shakuntala,who waited with dignity,
Knowing love never begs, only believes.

I am Damyanti,who walked through ruin and shadow,to reach the one my soul chose.

I am Sathyabhama, who killed my son to protect you.

I am Lakshmi,rhythm of your breath,the calm in your chaos.

I am the one
Filled with love,
Enriched with dharma,
Groomed with peace.