Slave to his song, she was
A stranger he was, to her
Strumming her feelings with words,
Singing as if he knew her...as
Though had lived with her, in her past
Reading her every thought
Her heart’s unfinished letters
Her soul’s deepest desire
He lived, not realizing her presence
She, in agony, that he is there around
The song of friendship…
In the rhyme of words
‘I miss u da’, clichéd
which she treasured and wanted more
The tune of dearness…
In the rhythm of care
‘Der r moments in life…’
which she possessed and wanted more
He a dream in relaity
But a reality in dream
The incentives comes at an expense
Not for the rainbow,
But for the sunshine she yearn
He maybe miles and smiles away
Yet, in a phrase, in a song, in a scent he lives
So close, very close that it makes her gasp for breath
The moral he explained
A reason to smile, even now
She wants to hear him say it
Only once…just once!
Desperately wants it to be a reality
She is prepared to wait till eternity…
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
Thursday, October 6, 2005
Returning
It is really bugging to be back at a place where I had spent quite some happy time….. still fresh in memory.
…the memory of a time well spent…a time where a beautiful relationship blossomed…the memory which will be always special…
It is Kapila I’m taking about…an IPC kinds in my campus
Now when seeing the place once occupied by us (my team) being occupied by some body else….who just walk through the space oblivious of the memory it holds for me….with just no respect for the place which is held in high esteem by me…a place where it was all fun and work being spoilt by laziness and lethargy…the place that taught me so much being mis-used for chatting and sleeping and giggling…the artifacts once revered by me, and which holds a deep running connection with the people associated with, being spoilt by some one else…it pains…
I’m just not coming to terms with it.
Now if I come to think of it, this is how I may feel when I go back to the BITS…I don’t think I want to go back and see the things that I once enjoyed being populated and enjoyed by some body else…
I’m satisfied with just the memory…
…the memory of a time well spent…a time where a beautiful relationship blossomed…the memory which will be always special…
It is Kapila I’m taking about…an IPC kinds in my campus
Now when seeing the place once occupied by us (my team) being occupied by some body else….who just walk through the space oblivious of the memory it holds for me….with just no respect for the place which is held in high esteem by me…a place where it was all fun and work being spoilt by laziness and lethargy…the place that taught me so much being mis-used for chatting and sleeping and giggling…the artifacts once revered by me, and which holds a deep running connection with the people associated with, being spoilt by some one else…it pains…
I’m just not coming to terms with it.
Now if I come to think of it, this is how I may feel when I go back to the BITS…I don’t think I want to go back and see the things that I once enjoyed being populated and enjoyed by some body else…
I’m satisfied with just the memory…
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