College days

(this one's dedicated to my friends...am gonna miss u loads guys )

Sitting like always,

as we’re laughing out loud,

We’re lost, it might seem,

But we very well stand out from the crowd.

Four years is a long time,

For the world to change,

But the change has left us with memories,

A mix of pleasant, bitter and strange.

The very first day itself, showed how its gonna be,

Dumb seniors, and the gals even more,

I felt the dumbest among them, why didn’t I flee.

This mutual unrest perhaps made us the friends we are,

Sailing through the teela and hawa-mahal,

We’ve come too far.

From the “wo sehen nhi hoti” wala bunk,

To Vicky being called a hunk.

The lab asses who loved to nag,

And our shouting for a party, even if someone got a new bag.

Digging eight spoons in one plate of rajma-rice,

And then collecting chillad to pay its price.

The last minute submissions we felt proud over,

And the professor we always planned we would gift a razor.

Never will I forget, those ­­­­­freaky nightouts,

Studying only when there’s fire on our butt,

The always-fretting mulla, khurram ki sharaafat,

Aur langde ka wo sexy haircut.

The excitement when we first got placed,

And now, the nostalgia that is to be faced.

But I know I’ve gained a lot, and

What I’ll lose its not much,

Only one thing I have to say,

I love u guys, never be out of touch.

The laughter is continued,

We’re still sitting as we do.

Everyone’s staring at me, saying,

Ab wapas niche aaja, bahot udd liya tu.

The other side of Nothing

The promises that I made, and the things I said,
When I look back, I see them driving me mad.
Alone I stand,
Looking, what I’ve still not lost,
Let the world keep, what I never had.

In the times of pain, while walking in rain,
I saw through myself, getting insane.
Like a tree dried up, amidst sprawling woods,
Gone unnoticed, hiding under the hoods.
Deep within, there’s a big dark sphere,
I’m inside, I’m outside,
I’m still nowhere.
Each effort was done, everyone tried,
All failed to see through,
Failed,
To see the other side.

The light, though dried up the tree,
But from dark it was always shy.
The question yet remains, what was it,
The light, or the dark, that had been on sly.

Someone sometime will come this way,
The wait might be long,
And this time things might even stay.
But the harm has been done, that others would never see,
I’ll never be the same again,
Never, what I used to be.