Wings Of Hope

Wings Of Hope

Windows wide open,

Curtains exist fallen

Grills worn, yet engulf's night

In the shade of sun, his bright light.

Is it my plight that blinds me ?

or is it the plague of life, that binds me?

walking in the path of life

treading on this sleek edge of a butcher's knife

A step off this one dimentional track

its a sudden fall into a bottomless crack

Wings of hope emerge out of nowhere,

Despair, Despair, Despair, settles everywhere

Ascending i land atop the same knife

Balancing and falling with every strife

All was gone, struggle done

But its now back to square one

Redundancy thats ever shocking

Untill the Grim Reaper's swing...

Changed Directions

As i hit a wall with jokes and poems humourous

I c myself think- whats next?

that is when i decide to decide

What will follow, is my natural form of text

The things i scribe, things i wanna convey

Things dark or partly grey

Things i intend to display

Though generally what comes my way

As i'd like to word it

Life's black nor white

nor is it filled with colors bright

Yes,its grey, the guess's right

hence from the darkness

Of this fortunate life

I bring to u a few sights

Light, or darn sharp as a knife

With an intent to continue

Making it worth ur time

With hopes to make it a blend

Well, worth atleast a dime

Mistake not, this to be the ultimatum

Prior disclaimer still holds good

All that you see are barely

A few thoughts that rise above the hood

A Few Good Things... 

The notion that college days are over sinks in deeper with time...

Nostalgia simply eases the process...

 

A small list of things I’ll miss, A Few Good Memories:

-all the discussion that started nowhere and ended next door to it, but ran for hours at a stretch,

-the soozing (stands for the consumption of sucrose/sugarcane juice)

-reaching floors high as the 6th regardless of the functionality of the elevator.

-great friends made, close bonds formed.

-sleepless nights exhausted on the phone or the computer

-crazed gaming sessions with 10 computers (and gamers), all in one room!!

A Few Good Friends

To the batch of ’10… 

Cheers…

A Few Good (ol') Days

The happy days, the sad moments

The naughty pranks and the funny comments,

A bit of spice with a lot of sugar,

In all this a resilient vigor,

A never ending desire for mirth:

In COLLEGE LIFE are rarely in dearth

 

From different places and cultures

We gather in a one campus

Few nods, smiles and handshakes lead

To samosas and cola in the canteen indeed

 

Primary objective is though to study

Some call it "our main duty!!!"

But fun finds time and space

Memories fill the memoirs' vase

 

As every story needs a villain

As Lord Voldemort was to Harry

As the Joker to Batman

As Grinch to Christmas

 

Ours takes a form that persists for days

Killing us daily in novel ways

Some call it Examination

We call it organized Confusion

 

Days go by, so do months and years

An end to days of delight

A time to say good bye to dears

A time to depart, an emphatic plight

 

A new work place and new faces again

But limited is fun amidst the stress of gain

A new life, a new outlook

A new beginning, a new chapter of the book

 

Resumes thus our vehicle on the highway

With events black, white and gray.

But the deepest imprints remain

Of the College Domain.......

Is this Serotonin?

In the memory of someone special...

Is this Serotonin?

A glimpse into those gravitational traps,

Dragged me to you, an electron to a black hole...

The ions of my spine, had increased entropy,

Sharp was the drop in attractive enthalpy.

 

Hormonal rush resembling a Joule-Thompson's system,

As through the open valve, flow gases into vacuum

A look into her eyes, distorted my focus

The impulse to accommodate, gone amiss,

 

"Falling in love", is this it??

Sadly experimental charts do not exist!!

Lost in her beauty I respire,

Lost in her eyes I sublimate,

Like a mouse in outer matter,

Lost in her like NaCl in water,

Lost in her like grease in petrol.

Lost in her I am out of control,

 

She is my nuclear reactor,

Trembling of my nucleus, she is the sole factor.

 

Turbulence, high in my arteries and veins

Reynolds’s number, exceeding that of fountains

Distance between us expands at universes rate,

The Big Crunch shall also be our fate.....

God, Thusi great ho

It was a dark day for the holy dwellers of the St. Sebastian Church, one of the ancient churches of the modern day world. Nestled on an island it had seen days good and bad. But none this bad, this was on a different scale.

Rising waters and waves were to submerge the church by dusk. The prediction had been translated by the truest of believers, the truest of worshippers, the divine Pope himself. It had dawned upon him by divine intervention he reportedly said.

Evacuation was the only means of survival! The father and the head sisters were the first to be shifted. The others had volunteered to move next out of reverence. It was truly a holy place to be.

Gradually, the sun began to retire, into the depths of the sea.

But there still remained one devoted sister, yet to be moved to safety. Her deep devotion delayed her she claimed. She was still in the church, on the island. With the water rising!!!

Nightfall was fast approaching; there was no way she could be rescued...

But miracle works best, when least expected... She escaped from the jaws of death. It was, with no doubt, God’s play. A mind rattling mystery.

A delighted but stunned Pope exclaimed later in his chamber “How did u make it happen? God, Thusi great ho.” looking up into space, where he imagined a Godly presence.

God shrugged and replied “What could I do?? After all as they say, TIME AND TIDE WAIT FOR NUN"

Aachamana..

Presenting before you is a newb,
Writing about things,
That sometimes are not to be.
Hence this first one's all about disclaiming.


All matters are, as you see
Figments of imagination
Aimed at the birth of no controversy
Are merely parts of crafted fiction.


Any sign of resemblance
To mortals or otherwise,
Is just a drip of coincidence
A result of nature's device


My desire is to amuse,
To tickle you to laughter
To put this page to delightful use
To.... ar! Read and know it better