Tears that failed to cease, feet that did'nt feel like crossing the crease,
Tears of goodbye were they, feet of a new girl in hostel were they...
Blurred , tearful vision, yet I waved to them,
stared at the stranded road, until I don't remember when...
How could I cry like a lost kid at school?
But, not many people were there to call me a fool...
A day passed, and so did a night,
And there were others, similar to me and my plight...
Some handshakes, a couple of looks exchanged,
A few ignores, but no glares...
It all began in the summer of 2005,
The time unforgettable-hostel life!
The room so quintessentially qualified,
for two students to live and study side by side...
But, friendships built were not by studies,
by jokes cracked that made roommates, buddies...
From girls -two to four, and four to nine,
we found ourselves mingled, in life's pantomime...
Nights of gossips and unchained chatter,
days however gruelling, did not matter...
Wakeful hours,in the sleepy night,
smothering hugs after every tiff or fight...
Rushing to go out ; out to treat,
treat not just tummies, but eyes on happening streets;)
Three mega times,came our way,
'exams'...is that the name?
In the rote of daily living, we're living a whole lifetime,
Just a few moments more, and into the world alone we'll strive...
Like school life, this phase far from the river banks of life ;will row...
But,its gifted me a "home away from home..."
Tears of goodbye were they, feet of a new girl in hostel were they...
Blurred , tearful vision, yet I waved to them,
stared at the stranded road, until I don't remember when...
How could I cry like a lost kid at school?
But, not many people were there to call me a fool...
A day passed, and so did a night,
And there were others, similar to me and my plight...
Some handshakes, a couple of looks exchanged,
A few ignores, but no glares...
It all began in the summer of 2005,
The time unforgettable-hostel life!
The room so quintessentially qualified,
for two students to live and study side by side...
But, friendships built were not by studies,
by jokes cracked that made roommates, buddies...
From girls -two to four, and four to nine,
we found ourselves mingled, in life's pantomime...
Nights of gossips and unchained chatter,
days however gruelling, did not matter...
Wakeful hours,in the sleepy night,
smothering hugs after every tiff or fight...
Rushing to go out ; out to treat,
treat not just tummies, but eyes on happening streets;)
Three mega times,came our way,
'exams'...is that the name?
In the rote of daily living, we're living a whole lifetime,
Just a few moments more, and into the world alone we'll strive...
Like school life, this phase far from the river banks of life ;will row...
But,its gifted me a "home away from home..."
6 comments:
well. m happy to be de first 1 to write a comment on ths poenn also to b de 1 whz part of it. a very true pic of ma own emotions frm de day i cme to coll..whn v bcme frnd...n nw.. whn v all share ahome away frm home..
thnx for writin ths poem..n thnx for expressin r emotions so well..
luv u !!!1
a beautiful poem to your credit....snigy!
a perfect blend of emotions,love,play,enthusiasm......
apt and expressive!
people read dis poem n u ll envy d life we lead in r hostel!!;)
kp up d good wrk grl:)
ahhhh... wat do i say... its simply amazin...so beautiful, filled with emotions n love, so natural n the best...its so very true 2 life... life dat we are livin at present...our college life... each n every line of the poem has a meanin 2 it... tells about our hostel life...
ma'am its so beautiful...it rocks... thanz for makin me read it...i luv it n luv u 2!!!!
hey snigs dear,.... damn cool poem.... i knew u could write well but so well..... in true sense describes ur lyf home away 4m home... enjoy ur colg n hostel lyf 2 fullest.....
Hi mahua,
I don't think my comments last night got through to u.
it was a detailed one 7 written with lot of thought. i may write again later. . Home away...is close to my heart as too had similar vibes once as achild and once as a parent.
in fact all your poems come from the heart. vouage has been sent for JAT VEER. I will send another one for the durga Puja souvenir,
bye for now. thanx for your birthday wishes.
BABA.
@Baba
I'm so glad you read my blog..
There are few things which can't be expressed very easily, and get a medium through poems.
I know of your experience of stayin away from home(as you've narrated to me many a times)..
Feels nice that you can gauge the expression and relate to it.
thankyou
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