Its the end of four long years and time has come to bid adieu to my college.A college i wouldnt say i loved, but one which has inevitably found its pages in my life's biography. My change from a demure school girl to an independent woman has been influenced by my stay here in hostel, learning to be away from home, forging new friendships, getting inspired by highly talented people, experiencing a whole new range of emotions and meeting people of varied personalities.
Lessons were learnt, exams were written, birthdays were celebrated, guys were ogled at.....we let down our hair at cult fests, laughed our hearts out, gossiped vilely, watched endless movies and grew lazy.....I would sure miss college in my own little ways, especially the carefree life that i could afford .I would miss my friends here, the fun that we had, the secrets we shared, the lives we led. Despite all the reasons that i hated my college for, today I owe it a word of thank you.
A few decades later, these past 4 years may become meaningless, the memories hard to recreate in my mind. But now, today i bid goodbye, with a heavy heart.
Monday, May 2, 2011
Monday, March 14, 2011
d blogging experience
After the euphoria, positive feedback, and the advertising(letting close friends know) surrounding the creation of my blog, its time to ponder why i created it in the first place. I write (moderately good) poems, more as a means of expressing my thoughts and innermost feelings. And i write in English because it is one language i know relatively well, compared to my half dangerous knowledge of four other languages.
My friends, sweet as they are, encouraged me to start blogging. But today when i blog, i feel like i have been pushed into a competitive arena, writing just for the sake of creating a new post.Also when i read others' blogs, i end up censuring and evaluating, comparing theirs' with mine. Appreciation is a thought that comes only second to my mind. Like fb, orkut etc there is always this desire and waiting for the addition of a greater number of fans.
All said and done, i hope i stick to writing for the love of it, for the reason that it gives me a joy pure and complete.
My friends, sweet as they are, encouraged me to start blogging. But today when i blog, i feel like i have been pushed into a competitive arena, writing just for the sake of creating a new post.Also when i read others' blogs, i end up censuring and evaluating, comparing theirs' with mine. Appreciation is a thought that comes only second to my mind. Like fb, orkut etc there is always this desire and waiting for the addition of a greater number of fans.
All said and done, i hope i stick to writing for the love of it, for the reason that it gives me a joy pure and complete.
Saturday, March 5, 2011
standing at the gates of heaven
Standing at the gates of heaven,
I found st. Peter vacillating,
I queried him-"come on man!
whats the problem?do let me in".
Looking up from my record,
and wearing a confused look,
he replied-"I'm weary,lost and bored.
I need badly a new law and justice book".
"I have been caught unaware,
I'm unaware of the latest crimes,
justice has become bizarre,
to me these are testing times".
"I need to browse and google up,
your activities that have drawn hell's wreath,
until then I have a coup
and that is to send you back to earth".
I woke up with a start,
and realized it was just a dream,
but what is justice in short,
I began wondering that dawn.
Does being legally right
mean morally right as well?
are the eyes of justice shut tight,
sleeping as if under a spell.
Is being adventorus
a trait wrongly possesed,
is that not the cause
that Eve and Pandora were cursed
Do we blame the apples
or should it be Adam or the box
Or are these parables
but only made up as hypocrisy mocks.
is loyalty to a friend,
a cruel and punishable sin,
when that friend has wronged
all his cousins and kins.
Did Karna go to hell
or was he welcomed in paradise,
we could never tell,
for justice above the horizon is yet to arise.
The laws framed by king Manu,
or the commandments numbered ten,
desperately need to be renewed,
for cyber crimes are demanding attention.
How can we humans
be the dispenser of justice,
when we all have at least once
lied,erred or been silent to others' crimes.
Or should we seat god in the jury,
to decide what is right and what is not.
but even he has not been wary
saturating all wealth and happiuness in a single spot.
I'm still unclear and haven't grown wise,
justice seems to be as eluding as ever,
so should I leave it to the lady of justice,
and like everyone else continue with my slumber?
I found st. Peter vacillating,
I queried him-"come on man!
whats the problem?do let me in".
Looking up from my record,
and wearing a confused look,
he replied-"I'm weary,lost and bored.
I need badly a new law and justice book".
"I have been caught unaware,
I'm unaware of the latest crimes,
justice has become bizarre,
to me these are testing times".
"I need to browse and google up,
your activities that have drawn hell's wreath,
until then I have a coup
and that is to send you back to earth".
I woke up with a start,
and realized it was just a dream,
but what is justice in short,
I began wondering that dawn.
Does being legally right
mean morally right as well?
are the eyes of justice shut tight,
sleeping as if under a spell.
Is being adventorus
a trait wrongly possesed,
is that not the cause
that Eve and Pandora were cursed
Do we blame the apples
or should it be Adam or the box
Or are these parables
but only made up as hypocrisy mocks.
is loyalty to a friend,
a cruel and punishable sin,
when that friend has wronged
all his cousins and kins.
Did Karna go to hell
or was he welcomed in paradise,
we could never tell,
for justice above the horizon is yet to arise.
The laws framed by king Manu,
or the commandments numbered ten,
desperately need to be renewed,
for cyber crimes are demanding attention.
How can we humans
be the dispenser of justice,
when we all have at least once
lied,erred or been silent to others' crimes.
Or should we seat god in the jury,
to decide what is right and what is not.
but even he has not been wary
saturating all wealth and happiuness in a single spot.
I'm still unclear and haven't grown wise,
justice seems to be as eluding as ever,
so should I leave it to the lady of justice,
and like everyone else continue with my slumber?
Friday, March 4, 2011
I'm afraid
I'm afraid,oh lord,
I'm afraid I might fail,
a failure miserable and pathetic.
I'm afraid I shall tremble,
like a leaf caught in a gust,
like an ant forced into water.
I'm afraid I may not create a difference,
not light up lives in the dark,
nor make a girl in distress smile.
I'm afraid, oh lord,
I'm afraid of losing my loved ones,
of having to die one fine day.
I'm afraid of an impending disaster,
be it nature's fury or a man made calamity,
of having to witness death and destruction.
I'm afraid I might not stand tall,
that I'll be bowed down by shackles,
or be sucked into a vortex of weakness.
I'm afraid,oh lord,
I pray to you for courage,
a courage to take me through life.
I pray for strength,
enough strength to push barriers,
to fail but with dignity.
I pray to you for hope,
to look beyond closed doors,
to believe that spring is close by.
I'm afraid I might fail,
a failure miserable and pathetic.
I'm afraid I shall tremble,
like a leaf caught in a gust,
like an ant forced into water.
I'm afraid I may not create a difference,
not light up lives in the dark,
nor make a girl in distress smile.
I'm afraid, oh lord,
I'm afraid of losing my loved ones,
of having to die one fine day.
I'm afraid of an impending disaster,
be it nature's fury or a man made calamity,
of having to witness death and destruction.
I'm afraid I might not stand tall,
that I'll be bowed down by shackles,
or be sucked into a vortex of weakness.
I'm afraid,oh lord,
I pray to you for courage,
a courage to take me through life.
I pray for strength,
enough strength to push barriers,
to fail but with dignity.
I pray to you for hope,
to look beyond closed doors,
to believe that spring is close by.
a murder in a storm
The sky is dark,
pregnant with heavy clouds,
distant sounds of thunder,
flashes of lightning,
a storm is sure on its way.
Sitting here in my bed,
my hands on my tummy,
I can feel your heart beat.
but alas my dear,
these are your last beats.
Sleeping peacefully in my womb,
you have no tomorrows to see,
no world to be born into.
today by your own beloved family
you are going to be butchered my dear.
I did all that I could,
I argued with sense,
cried with despair,
fought with anger,
but all in vain.
As the storm advances,gathering speed,
I tremble filled with fear and tears,
today I can do nothing but wait,
wait for the act of abortion,
an abortion cause you are a girl my dear.
pregnant with heavy clouds,
distant sounds of thunder,
flashes of lightning,
a storm is sure on its way.
Sitting here in my bed,
my hands on my tummy,
I can feel your heart beat.
but alas my dear,
these are your last beats.
Sleeping peacefully in my womb,
you have no tomorrows to see,
no world to be born into.
today by your own beloved family
you are going to be butchered my dear.
I did all that I could,
I argued with sense,
cried with despair,
fought with anger,
but all in vain.
As the storm advances,gathering speed,
I tremble filled with fear and tears,
today I can do nothing but wait,
wait for the act of abortion,
an abortion cause you are a girl my dear.
just a poem
Standing at crossroads,
in midst of mayhem,
searching for sanity,
I spend my days away.
Among agonies and struggles,
beyond materialistic joys,
I attempt to stand tall but content,
until its my turn to wither away.
in midst of mayhem,
searching for sanity,
I spend my days away.
Among agonies and struggles,
beyond materialistic joys,
I attempt to stand tall but content,
until its my turn to wither away.
writing in a slam book
Oh my god,
I can't believe its true.
four long years have flown by,
and time has come to bid adieu.
A time to break old relations,
to leave behind carefree days,
to move on in life,carrying only memeories
which too will soon fade with time.
writing in your slam today,
I'm hunting for words.
I have infinite things to say
and a page just wouldn't suffice.
Times I spent with you
are sweet and close to my heart.
each moment well cherished,
yearning to live through them again.
As time moves on,
you may be busy in life,
having no time for friends,
not even to look back and smile.
At times like those,
or even when you have great friends,
I would want you to be happy,
or at least content and at peace.
I wish you in life,
courage,strength and good health,
a life of love and laughter,
having little regrets and misgivings.
Hoping some day far away,
we bump into each other
exclaiming in confusion and joy,
'haven't we met somewhere?'.
I can't believe its true.
four long years have flown by,
and time has come to bid adieu.
A time to break old relations,
to leave behind carefree days,
to move on in life,carrying only memeories
which too will soon fade with time.
writing in your slam today,
I'm hunting for words.
I have infinite things to say
and a page just wouldn't suffice.
Times I spent with you
are sweet and close to my heart.
each moment well cherished,
yearning to live through them again.
As time moves on,
you may be busy in life,
having no time for friends,
not even to look back and smile.
At times like those,
or even when you have great friends,
I would want you to be happy,
or at least content and at peace.
I wish you in life,
courage,strength and good health,
a life of love and laughter,
having little regrets and misgivings.
Hoping some day far away,
we bump into each other
exclaiming in confusion and joy,
'haven't we met somewhere?'.
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