An Ode to Manipal, the rains & the freedom, through countless memories of Manipalites.
~In my humble opinion, some of the Manipal experiences are incomplete without the Summer stay~

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 (1) Semester – I  

In  microcosm of life’s grand revel,
Nostalgia protrudes at higher level.
It skips an odd heartbeat,
It is too abstract to tweet.

 (2) Semester – II 

To comprehend, an abundance of cherishes.
Or contemplate on striations of regrets.
To redeem in throes of realization,
Or simply slack, in a mediocre retract.

 (3) Summer-I 

Through the ever changing sky, in those days.
A philosophy of life was reflected, in multiple ways.
When clouds & town-sun, be brightly a-blazed.
Most dull of souls, be then sprightly engaged.
Such times run away, too fast in few moments.
Whether bitter-sweet, but sung in a rising crescendo.
To the higher octave, it burgeons akin a Beethoven.

 

 (4) Semester-III 

Sober through remainder it spreads.
befalls & fades like a farewell rainbow.
left no more such days to stow.
Neither any tropical sun would glow,
nor many thundering storms now blow.

 (5) Semester-IV 

But it sings sometime, in an odd background score.
Fallen behind the curtains, of a new lesser decor.
shines through its silhouette, outlining the sheen of memories.
Whether bitter-sweet, but sung in a rising crescendo.
To the higher octave, it burgeons akin a Beethoven.

 (6) Summer-II  

When the younger days are slipping, now further away in ages.
& tiresomely i flipped back, to the old diary pages.
Those ripe & yellow, their smell enliven a million things.
& some of them were personal, so it silently brings.
In the microcosm of every broad-bold pattern,
Lays a melody, formed from most abstract notes.

 (7) Semester-V  

It simply skips a heartbeat –
To comprehend in abundance,
To cherish or regret,
To redeem or retract.

  (8) Semester-VI

When the sky changes its color,
When the rain pours its fervor,
When the wind sweeps, through broad-leafy trees.
& them flavors a life, nesting in a Shangri-La harmony.
It transcends across the seen & yet to be.
Whether bitter-sweet, but sung in a rising crescendo.
To the higher octave, it burgeons akin a Beethoven.

  (9) Summer-III  

Now a night sky remains, all in our sober tomorrow.
But in glory of M-town song, whether joy or sorrow.
Through countless moments,
Through priceless picturesque,
Every-new passing day, it ripens in a Technicolor.
Every-new shelving memory, it bemoans like a yearning lover.

  (10) Semester-VII  

So i will revere to the M-town song.
Let it reach to a chorus & enliven another moment.
Let it sing more to the less of us, to replete our very voids.
Let it orchestrate a niche, like an old cult ritual.
Let it flow through pages, lapse tenses in statute-spiritual.
Epitomes of this spirit, when our superfluous is hew.
The people we met & those things we did hold true.

 (11) Final Project-I

So let it give me a sight,
Let it memoir tonight,
Let it bring back delight.
Whether bitter-sweet, but sung in a divine crescendo.
Let us rhyme, sing & groove to the M-town song.

~Convocated, Graduated~

~ Fin, Prost!~

-Vishu Mishra
July 10, 2015

~ (MIT, E&E, Batch-07′ )~

Cherish & Share this ode with every Manipalite.

~Photos courtesy : KMC-Alumni -Shuchi Kataruka | Pics Dated : June,2015 ~

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~Regards & God-Bless~

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