Art & Literature
The sound in silence
Floating in the air , like a lifeless feather So light and so free The gentle wind , of the sea and the earth Lifting my spirit to touch the heavens Into the darkness , I keep looking Pitch black …
Articles by Sravan Chenji
Opinion
Do we need religion to learn what’s right and wrong?
Man, by his innate emotion has this irresistible desire to be controlled by a superior power. Might it be his boss at the office or the supposedly existent god? I often hear people say, one needs religion to learn what …
Art & Literature
I wait for time, to stop in her presence
And the day passed by Minutes and hours , with their evil grin and hostile intent ; Laughing at my peril , as I wait for time , To stop in her presence Every second crushing my insides Crumbling , …
Miscellaneous
Miscellaneous
A mirror of my own destiny
Into the hazy darkness I see Pitch black and shiny Full of mystery A bottomless pit , I thought But instead a mirror Glazing and silvery As cold as the first snow A blurred image I see Intriguing and captivating …
Art & Literature
Your love, my salvation
How far and beyond should I see That in your existence I believe , Might you be an Angel Might you be a myth The notion of your voice I cling on to , Every time I hear something beautiful …
Miscellaneous
The Uncivilized Indian
Millions of years in evolution and thousands of years in developing our culture, we have established pretty well that we are far more evolved than any other beings on this planet in every possible way. I agree. But only on …
Art & Literature
Liberation
Of this world and of this skin Of flesh and blood I am Feet on the ground , thoughts of the stars Stuck in reality and chained with humanity Screams my immortal soul To be liberated To be enlightened It …
Miscellaneous
KMC’s first ever Pro show- Neeraj Shridhar!
It’s finally here! The pro show which KMC had dreamed about since a long time. After Farhan Akhtar’s pro show at MIT, the bar level has been raised considerably, but never the less KMC has succeeded in hosting its first …
Art & Literature
The wounded wings
Anchored to the ground Like a trapped Phoenix I flap my wings, trying to break free I scream out my pain, hoping for freedom Thoughts flying around Poking, agonising Saddening and bleeding The blue skies , still a distant dream …