Dear North Campus

Being student of a college

That grew alone, isolated;

I found you amusing, North Campus

Swarms of heads,

Through days and nights,

Keep you company.

Tell me, how does it feel,

To have grown up,

Amongst your own blood?

Your lanes, cascaded with ideas,

With art, with literature,

Much like mine

Yet so contrasting.

I haven't seen the joy,

Of my walls being sprayed,

With hues that form names, symbols;

Some I recall seeing on flags,

And posters, stuck on branches.

Neither have I seen the excitement,

Of my college lanes, being crowded,

With vehicles so efficient,

That bring strangers together.

I wonder if you're offended,

When young bloods,

Explore your secrets,

Exploiting your personal space.

You must've seen a lot,

Tears, laughters, kisses and brawls,

But have you seen peace?

Stillness, immobility,

Even for a moment?

Can you advocate for silence

As much as me?

But before everything,

Tell me, North Campus,

How does power taste?

How do you handle fame?

I have a hunch, you don't realise

How you establish superiority.

How does it feel?

To be in command,

Of the hierarchy that is created,

By editors, publishers of famous houses,

Who try to define us in halves?

Although, I have no grudges

But

Jealousy still marks my territories.

Yet

I hope in the future,

We will understand each other,

Better and unbiased.

And till that time comes,

Remember me as -

A demented South campus girl.