Prose Potion

WriteSoc
2 min readFeb 21, 2022

Being

Being is all I want

I want to be air,

Golden light right through me,

Clear shimmering fog,

Disintegrate me.

I want to be nothing

So that I can be everything

~ Jahnavi Menon(20BPS1056)

Tranquility

Tranquility is my mother’s laughter

over a cup of spilled tea on my notebook

on a warm Thursday evening.

It is the voice that I can hear

breaking into a smile over a call

while I rant about a loud city

and it’s even louder people.

It is the text from an old friend

telling me how much they missed me

and how their mother still reminds them

of our silly dreams.

It is the chilly breeze in the morning,

the turn of the road that leads home,

the unchanging expanse of the sky

and the ever-changing colours of dusk.

It is in the eyes of a child,

the cry of a toddler,

in the silent smile of a stranger.

It is in all the memories of the days of naivety,

and naivety itself.

Tranquility is my heart on most days,

most days, when it is not in war with itself.

~Paula Judith(21BME1084)

Shadow of you

I dreamt of a future with you in it

with every passing second and every step I took

I imagined you right beside me

your shining face,

smiling like you’re home.

The smile that’ll tell me that everything would be alright.

Many months have passed since our last phone call.

Now I watch you from afar

You’re just like how you were,

the moment I fell in love with you.

Those gleaming eyes that scrunch as that smile reaches your cheeks,

your hair just as fluffy and lush,

the way you put your head on her shoulder,

and your cute giggle before you can finish your own joke.

All those little things that make you a million times more beautiful.

right then and there as I see you,

I feel at peace knowing that nothing can go wrong if I know you’re doing fine,

even if that means it’s because I’m not there anymore.

~Jennifer Teresa George(20BCE1831)

Echo

Marching down the streets

Leading the little toes

With sticks as swords

Bouncing the plash round the town

Paper made planes that soared

Reaching the end of all skies

Eyes that glitter had the dreams

Scientist with lodestone racing across the row

There was a time when the soldier was new

With cannon on the shoulder

Marching down the streets

Leading the bairns

With sticks as swords

~Pratyush(20MIA1131)

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