You left —
But the laughter never did.
Those memories are never silent.
Even when our feet walked the tree-lined campus,
Our heads were conquering the world
With the courage of our glorious dreams.
Giggles over boring lectures,
Destroying the benches
With doodles of our crushes.
The echoes of our youth are beckoning;
Our old days are here on demand.
That invisible thread tugs at us harder now —
The one that kept us connected
Across the years.
Let’s show each other our light;
How else will we find
Our young, dreamy-eyed selves?
We might still not know where we’re going,
But bring that burning fire
That’s inside of you.
And just like last time,
No caps and gowns needed.
Wherever you are,
My friend,
I will meet you.
Because whenever we met,
It always felt like a sunny day —
Or like we were standing
Under a rainbow.
Back then,
We tried to show the world
How cool we were;
Now we return,
Humbled by all that life has taught us.
Come, friend,
We must also celebrate those
Who will never make it
To this reunion hall.
❤️🎓
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About The Article Author:
Hi, I’m Rachana. Its been my dream for years to do something to consciously create a better future where every one of us is excited about our own potential. My challenge to everyone is that they aspire for their personal best and leave a legacy of their work through their contributions to mankind.
One more thing. In December of 2044, I hope to win the Nobel.
Will you join me on this journey of growth and transformation?
Namasté.
Poetry
Drenched – A Poem by Rachana
What happens when you surrender to the earth’s love and wonder, and two lovers find themselves caught in the eye of a storm? Read along. Rain hits the tin rooflike a thousand loose needles,these passing clouds —messengers of thunder,order us to drop...
Daughters of the Earth: A Poem on Womanhood and Friendship
This poem was originally written in Telugu by my mother, Anuradha Nadella. This is her tribute to womanhood, sisterhood, and the enduring strength built through shared bonds of friendship. Read her original Telugu poem HERE. - Just like the timewhen a...
An Anthology of Poems by Rachana Nadella-Somayajula: Love, Life, and the Human Spirit
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Breathless – A Poem Read by Rachana
- Want To Listen To The Article Instead? - Breathless Through Breathless, I capture fleeting moments of desire and intimacy, weaving cosmic and everyday imagery. These micro-poems are tiny jolts of electricity, meant to be felt when words fail and...
The Love Addicts – A Poem by Rachana
Some poems are for dreamy addicts. And this is one such poem about ritualized longing and the addictive comfort of surrender. Hope you like it. i think of you often,a little more than i should —just the vertigo of wantingwhat ties my hands behind me....
Smoke Show – A Poem by Rachana
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Breathless – A Poem by Rachana
Through Breathless, I capture fleeting moments of desire and intimacy, weaving cosmic and everyday imagery. These micro-poems are tiny jolts of electricity, meant to be felt when words fail and emotions can’t betray us. CURBING HUNGER desire tearing...
Inside the Wild Cage – A Poem by Rachana
We spend an insane amount of time being "wild" only in our thoughts. This piece explores what happens when we finally say "ok, fine" to the person holding the key, and trade our inner silence for something much louder. told youi can't get locked...
Kryptonite – A Poem Read by Rachana
https://youtu.be/r1ydUcfoIsU - Want To Listen To The Article Instead? - Kryptonite Kryptonite is an exploration of that high-voltage space between a professional facade and private vulnerability, where an "iron will" dissolves into the blue light...
Love For My Lava – A Poem by Rachana
It’s not a recurring dream —it’s my childhood in technicolor. I’m in Eluru again,first-floor balcony,colored baby chicksstrut past the open street sewer. Over the brick wall,police cadets march —stiff, precise,the way colonizers drilled them,looking ridiculous under...
Anima – Micro Poetry by Rachana
Hi, thank you for reading my micro poems. Anima means soul in Latin. According to Carl Jung, it refers to the unconscious feminine archetype within a man: the inner image of woman that bridges the conscious ego and the deeper psyche, often manifesting as intense...
You Don’t Die Once – A Poem Read by Rachana
https://youtu.be/cAahMdoN9J8 - Want To Listen To The Article Instead? - I’ve written this from the perspective of a mid-lifer, about how we get infinite chances at reinventing ourselves only if we’re looking for those opportunities. My children...