Wednesday, November 5, 2008


The drama…the mirth…the tiffs…I miss it all! School life is the most precious memory I’ll have all my life. Stresses come up now, when we thought college would be for smooching. And there is fucking no time for love now. You figure out reality once you’re face-to-face with it! Now they tell us what it takes, until now they were smiling evil on our innocence. I miss moments that cannot be put into words. They say college life is rocking. Well, they’re wrong. It sucks. Why? Because there is this veracity that if you don’t concentrate on the dismal studies, you’ll ruin your life, and most importantly, no one will care. With 4 lakh engineers per year, India won’t require you backlogged. To be true, I’m not hating the subjects as I used to, but no wonder I’ll never fall in love with them.

Sunday, November 2, 2008

A curve.

A dream to bake…a choice to make
Which is your today…may be not tomorrow
Why cry darling, why cry?
When it’s not worth, your sorrow!
You now know what people say…
About weeping from within?
They’ll pierce your heart again and again
Even if you give your soul for nothing…
Smile and the world will envy,
Smile and they’ll go mad wondering
Why is she so happy…we’ve ruined her!?
Was she the player…did she win!?
I know how it feels with an empty heart.
It takes a lot of time, you know.
But then why show the globe you’re weak.
Beam at them-friend or foe,
And they’ll know you’ve got valor!
And He, darling, will never come back.
Tell it to yourself each time you breathe,
There’s nothing, nothing, nothing you lack,
It’s him who will get no rose on death.