Student Speaks : ‘Sorrow, my love!’: Baldeep

Student Speaks

Vol. 2, Issue 1




Its ok to cry. In fact, it is wonderful to cry. When we reach that point when our grief finally overcomes us and forces the tears out, its not the point when we are weak or when we break down. We become weak when we care, we break down when we love. That point when we face the grief caused by our weaknesses and fractures, we SURVIVE. Love can be dealt with by tweaking a part of us, adjusting, tilting the small components a little so that the bigger picture looks right. Side stepping the puddles, holding the other person’s hand a little harder, a little longer as you crumble and you break as love hammers the rationality out of you.

Often at night when I’m up reading I can hear my roommate talking to her boyfriend over the phone. Her voice is muffled by the thin walls and sometimes her laughter sounds like sobs. And again, sometimes its sobs convulsing into laughter. Such, is Love. It makes us happy of course. But that happiness is an allusion. Just us being thankful when we don’t have to face loneliness anymore.  For that allusion of happiness we make endless sacrifices, anything that it takes to ‘make it work’. A thousand tears for a single smile. Anything that makes the other person stay. Everything that takes the loneliness away, keeps the sadness of life at bay. Love makes us shy away from the very prospect of sorrow.  Love makes us weak. Grief on the other hand makes us strong, invincible. It doesn’t kill us and thus makes us stronger. It is a defiant rock of rationality that demands our attention. We can’t side step it or jump over it. Go past it, we must, for it blocks the path of our life.

The people who spend their life in seclusion or whither away and die on losing a loved one never suffered from grief. They suffered from an ignorance of grief, a refusal to accept their sorrow. Grief stands in our way and sooner or later we have to give it our attention. That is the moment when we are at our strongest. Sobbing is an outlet through which we let the emotions caused by our loss work their way through our being and out of it. Tears shed in love are crocodile tears. Tears shed in loss overflow with real, raw emotion. They are not a sign of weakness, no. Tears are a sign of acceptance. A burning balm of acceptance of the sad realization that things will no longer be the way they were and that those who’ve left will never make it back to you. Though this balm leaves our wounds raw and aching, it does what otherwise would never have happened – it heals them.

Grief is what shows us how indestructible we are. It shows us the bigger, better, stronger person in us. The person that had thus far, been pushed into the shadows by the dazzle and brilliance of Love. We are diamonds. Its easy to look pretty in the rays Love showers over us. What brings out the best in us is the scarcity of light. When we catch even the faintest reflected ray of light and shatter it into a thousand shards of brilliance. We shine best in the dark.

‘A Toast’ ~Akanksha – Vol. I, Issue 4

Student Speaks




To other planets

to dreams of another league

to people with no nose

and a heart with extra beats

to distant closeness

and seas that go high

and mountains

that crumble into the sky

to the unknown hero

and the one who demystified his fame

the ignominy his claim

eyes his artillery

to the smell of heat on the open terrace

and the air of strangeness

to the guilt of hidden songs

and words that never

escaped the pupils

to the time that tricked us

and the tunes that hit

like the first drag

to the darn scholar who said

better unspoken than misunderstood

better into the heart

than only on the skin

to the absence of heart

into the heart

to the silence

in the smiles

to the empty hours


to the hints that passed down the cubicles

plain desires crude

like animals

to the dreams that are beastly

and the real which is plastic

to the gore in the godly

to the could have

and would have

and what ifs

to the first time

I realized you were staring at me

and to today when

I’ll stare back

for one last time.

‘Faded Blue Sky’ ~Jasmine Sond – Vol. I, Issue 4

Student Speaks



She feels so isolated so invisible, deserted and grey

And you being her friend left her in one corner to decay

She did everything for you stepping out of the boundary

But now she’s the one who is suffering for trusting you blindly


She’s the dumb one, she’s just a fool; don’t you think so?

She’s just a piece of trash, so you throw her out the window

She’s the one caring for others but she never gets anything in return

She makes everyone smile even if on the inside her soul is burnt


She always calls you up even when she doesn’t needs to

How many times has it been when you’ve done the same for her too?

Now she knows what she means to you, which is just equal to nothing

You think she’ll never know about it but unfortunately you’re wrong darling


There are only storms and hurricanes in life, there are no rainbows

And now your little fake show is over, it’s time for the curtains to close

She has learnt her lesson, now she knows that no one in this world is true

And this time she’ll do what she needs to and not what she wants to


Now she won’t let anyone get close enough to her in the first place

Because in the end they only leave scars behind which no one can erase

She’s better left alone; she doesn’t need your sugar-coated friendship

She’s been betrayed too many times, she’s used to loosing her grip


You say she’s too complicated, you’ll probably never understand her

You’ve made her life black and white; you’ve stolen all her color

You don’t notice the loneliness and sorrow that fill her green eyes

Just like a small flower in a dry desert under the faded blue sky