Poems & Poetry by NIFTEM Students
Original poems written by students of NIFTEM Kundli and published by Geetanjali, the literary society, in English and Hindi.
Geetanjali is the literary society of the National Institute of Food Technology Entrepreneurship and Management (NIFTEM), Kundli, Sonipat, Haryana.
Liquid Amethyst Poetry
Liquid Amethyst
i sit on the kitchen table,
waiting for the kettle to boil,
the faint hissing sound,
as the tea leaves unfurl,
acts as white noise to all the constant murmurs and screams in my ears.
the amethyst stone…
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i sit on the kitchen table,
waiting for the kettle to boil,
the faint hissing sound,
as the tea leaves unfurl,
acts as white noise to all the constant murmurs and screams in my ears.
the amethyst stone…
A Sense of Blue Poetry
Touch is taught by distance
And faces remembered best at night
What time tells is how long life is
As the length of days culminates
In the feast that is grief
Where everything is infinite
Everything blue
Sight is to …
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And faces remembered best at night
What time tells is how long life is
As the length of days culminates
In the feast that is grief
Where everything is infinite
Everything blue
Sight is to …
खतों का संदूक: अज़रा और उसका बागीचा Poetry
आपके अल्फाज़ मेरे दिल पर नक्श हैं, गुलाबों के बागों के बीच,
तलाश करोगे तो पाओगे मुझे धूप के समंदर के नीचे, नसर और शायरी में दफ़न ।।
आपके तसव्वुर को महफूज़ कर रखा है मैंने, कागज़ की कश्तियों में,
जो मेरे जिस्म के दरिया में…
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तलाश करोगे तो पाओगे मुझे धूप के समंदर के नीचे, नसर और शायरी में दफ़न ।।
आपके तसव्वुर को महफूज़ कर रखा है मैंने, कागज़ की कश्तियों में,
जो मेरे जिस्म के दरिया में…
Of Pickled Lemons and Forgotten Children Poetry
//of pickled lemons and forgotten children//
step 1: separate rotten lemons from fresh ones
How do I peek into the deepest crannies of these sour, sectioned fruits, when some are blackened, despite their skin still int…
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step 1: separate rotten lemons from fresh ones
How do I peek into the deepest crannies of these sour, sectioned fruits, when some are blackened, despite their skin still int…
उसके चेहरे की रौनक Poetry
उसके चेहरे की रौनक, खूबसूरती का पैगाम
उन कातिल निगाहों का इंतकाम, ये दुनिया भी देखेगी।
//My perspective//
From where I stood, she was beautiful.
I gawked at her face, the shayaris were dutiful,
While my words, adjective…
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उन कातिल निगाहों का इंतकाम, ये दुनिया भी देखेगी।
//My perspective//
From where I stood, she was beautiful.
I gawked at her face, the shayaris were dutiful,
While my words, adjective…
Changed feelings Poetry
He never claimed that he loved me,
But he used to text every single day,
But he used to beg to meet me,
But he used to share every single thing,
But he used to pay attention to my little things,
But he used to find …
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But he used to text every single day,
But he used to beg to meet me,
But he used to share every single thing,
But he used to pay attention to my little things,
But he used to find …