ok dudes, here goes my experimentations with pen, paper and some weird collection of words which i like to call poems.

do take care to have asprins ready with u… just in case

SHE

free under the blue sky
with a will as a wild stag
unbound to anything, unchained to anything
zeal flowing like wild waters
astounding all, kith & kin and friend & foe
there goes one like the great eagles

one day on the road of life
passing with none but solitude
she comes to view for once
clad in all blue and white
like great rivers flowing from self
casts a glance that pierces thru the bozom
like hundreds of knives gashing thru
like a goddess she smiles
cleaning all dirt from mind and soul
there she goes with a heavenly stature

the sun rises as usual
with that fierce red in the eyes
which now has become a stranger
that iron will now succumbs
bound by love, touched by love
searching for that which comes not
passing slowly to the darkness
the light fades with time
untill one day…

surrounded by so bright a light
unchained from worldly links
coming to the etherial

but behold
there she stands with majesty
all clad in blue and white
with great rivers flowing from self
the mind becomes becomes clear
the soul achieves all

the virtual moment

last night the wind was chill
an eeire coldness sheathing it
as i looked out the window
had a blurry dark vision
there standing in the dark
was a fair and familiar shadow
craved my neck too see
mind asking the same question
over and over
as mystique as it may
but was the shadow really her ?
the moonlight shone on her face
amalgamated fear and grace
she glided as a black fairy
my lips felt the coldest of touchs
a feeling of cold and dark bliss
the old nightmares come back again
how had she tortured and given pain
cant forget my lonely nights
just to have her lovely sight
how the ease with which she had
denied love and tore me apart
the time seemed to freeze
had no conscience to realise
the virtual moment i was in
the dark secrets underlying
like a match the dream went off
leaving the pain in a corner soft
the wind was still cold
but the darkness had gone

here comes the enigmatic, the fantastic lunatic
with a grace that’s automatic, makes  time go static
faces become emphatic, seeing his vital statistics
the kind and sympathetic, enter ‘G’ the mysitque
here cheerful antics, makes all so ecstatic
a man so charismatic, admired even by his crtics
such knowledge and ethics, with a language so archaic
fair like a dark attic, and a slight bulge in the endometric
an expert in advance physics, even the clock forgets to tick
flaunts such a manly physic, a small belly that’s a bit dynamic
all in all a creation so heroic, reminds me of the mesozoic

When i first came to this college 3 and a half years ago, i was leaving home for the first time. Yet something held me from those dark and desolate times that young people face when they hatch out to the world for the first time. I had no friends here but this place seemed to be a lot more familiar. That day had started a long and unending journey of my life that not only changed the way i saw the world but also the way the world saw me. The first student i met that day went on to become my room mate for almost three years and one of those treasured friends who mean everything to me. This was Santosh, from a small town of my state. He spoke my tongue too. What a kickstart !

My Parents left the next day and returned home. It was the first working day of the college. I am uncertain about how i was feeling. From that day till now i have come a long way but i always feel i lost something that day but gained a whole lot more. The second person i talked to was already assigned as my roomie. Sukrit from bihar. Well… he is one proud person and wont take in anything about the famous state. In the first week itself i (and eventually the whole college) started calling him bhaiyaji since he was the eldest among us all. Hell of a confused guy but hell of a friend as well. The other roomie was from West Bengal. Shubhabrata Sen. The most wrongly-pronounced name ever. Contrary to what he thinks, i might as well have done him a little favour changing his name to ‘DADA’. The whole college now knows him by that name.

 But it wasn’t for another couple of days that i met the most interesting guy in college. This is Anupam Das from ‘my own previous college’. He belongs to that strange sort who are seldom seen without a book and still are champions in sports and ‘masti’ as well. But he seemed older than his age. His body seemed a little bit outdated. He remains my roommate till date.

The first year of the college flew like anything. We spent time mostly inside the hostel fearing the dreaded RAGGING which is so very infamous and wrongly too.

In the second year i was separated from all coz i was in a different branch. It seemed i had to start the college over again from the beginning. I knew noone in my branch and noone knew me. I didnt know that this year would mark the beginning of an adventurous new journey that i will always treasure. 9 boys – all of utterly different backgrounds came together and made what became one of the most talked about gangs of the college. We roamed together, ate together, read together, passed and failed together and even bunked together. It was beginning to seal to an unbreakable bond. Here we were not knowing each other only a few days ago and here we were now passing days like we had known each other for ages.

Amlaan, Anugoonj, Gopal, Pracheer, Rana, Siddharth, Supreet and Tarun and of course there was mee too. We were being called as the IT gang and everyone cited us as examples for the utterly jobless people in the college. So glad for that.

Towards the end of the second year i met this guy who would almost go for a sensible human being. Vidit Matta. Here was a guy who could live on cricket. Along with Budha(as Anupam came to be known as later) he could be found on the cricket ground unless all their limbs hadn’t been broken off their body. This person was one who would always occupy a special corner in your heart.

Then there was Harvinder Singh Virk – Harry and Ganesh. Harry, the orthodox punjab-da-puttar. Another cricket fanatic though of a milder version. He was famous for his calm, keeping-to-self nature UNTILL he chooses too make your life hard. And am not kidding. He would be pester u so much that u will leave all ur work and attend to him. In contrast ganesh was the laughing genius. Seldom would you see him not sporting a smile on his face. A keen fan of cricket himself.

In the blink of an eye the final year came when it was time to get a job and put a step towards the corporate world. Everybody chose their places of work. And eventuall the large coherent group split into smaller groups.

Though it would be childish to say, but i really wish these 3 and a half years would go on and on forever.