MOM

I am a hosteler and I get to visit home every alternate month or so
I hate the food at the mess and there is no provision for students to cook for themselves
I hate to miss meals however bad they may be
'something is better than nothing'
and I cannot bear to be hungry
such moments remind me of how my mom always knows what I like best
when I'm home, I get to eat whatever I want to
so I prepare a list of ever thing I wanna eat and dictate it to mom over the phone when in the train
soon as I reach home, I find a plate full of kebabs waiting just for me :)
that doesn't mean I don't fight with her
soon as I finish the kebabs, I find some thing to argue about
that's just me and mom,
we need to fight and argue
that's the only way we communicate
and we both love it
my mom is the sweetest person anybody could have ever met
she is so unaware of anything bad, you would want to hug her for it
but I would rather fight
she just told me dad wanted to surprise me by visiting me sometime soon
and then realizing she had told me something I should not have known,
she asked me not to tell dad that I knew :D
and then laughed for 1 whole minute at herself
:)
when I'm home I spend the whole time arguing with her
and before I know it, its time to get back to hostel
and then I miss her all the time

THE UNSAID

While walking down the road today
Wishing i didn't have to walk alone
I thought of times when you and i
Walked together, walked along

Of times when we would talk of things
Each wanting the other to know
Not realizing then, a smile it brings
As i think of the time, wanting more

We watched the tall, slim, pretty trees
Swaying about with the breeze
The twigs that carpeted the road
We walked together over rustling leaves

And oft we watched the sun set
Watching the yellow turn red
Too often as we would hold hands
Listen to things,heard best when left unsaid

Now walking alone down the road
The sun wont set, the trees wont sway
And the unsaid now i speak to you
Without you, dear, nothing is the same.

RELIVING BTECH

1st year:
1st day:
1st hour: very happy and excited... with the new concept of college and hostel life
happily unpacking, meeting roommates, saying hello
smiling :)
and the next moment we are in mismatching salwar kurta and chunni
heavily oiled hair, tightly plated
eyes down .. murmuring "shubh saaykaal mahodaya ji" to our seniors and superseniors, very often mistaking our own batch mates for our seniors
unhappily heading towards the mess at 7 pm for dinner..
queued up
seniors crisscrossing our queue to access the food..
for an hour we stand at the same spot until it is finally our turn
no talking while eating
no looking up while eating
mess rules.. nobody but the 1st years follow
seniors suppressing their laughter at our sorry sight
me.. too shocked to react :P
no phones allowed: so long queues at the only PCO
no wrist watches allowed
no bags allowed: carry your stuff in your hands
weirdly pinned up dupattas
wishing every senior on the way and stopping only to breathe
ragging
seniors getting rusticated for ragging...
away from home like never before
missing mom and dad like never before
feeling independent like never before
happily confused like never before

life beyond 1st year was getting better
1st year : the longest, the best and the worst ends
.
.
finally we become seniors
we have juniors
ragging gets banned
and life gets easier(for our juniors)
semesters fly by
good and bad moments alternating
and now unbelievably, just 2 and half months more and b-tech ends
its hard to decide whether to be happy or sad

YOU

Look at the moon in the dark, cloudy sky
Not a single star stares down at you
The moon looks familiar, do you know why?
Its your reflection falling back at you

Remember the day you were crying
And there was no one around to soothe you?
You looked at your reflection in the mirror, sighing
And suddenly you almost realized you knew

That why once when you had gone out at night
Just to take a stroll all by yourself
You'd wondered how a single moon had all that light
Sprinkling it down night after night, all by itself

And still it lost none of its shine
Yet there were days when there were no stars
To soothe the moon when dark clouds bore sign
Of the moons sad and lonely hours

Yes that's you, staring at your reflection
And you shine because you know you must
Stars from far look at you in admiration
They always knew in you they could trust

That's the real you, the moon that will always shine
Even when there are no stars and clouds are all around
The moon that no matter what always looks fine
So grand, so composed, so humble .. so fine
THAT IS YOU.

EFFERVESCENCE

Sometimes sitting alone in a room is what you want the most of all things

You want to think and rethink and that’s all you want to do

Sometimes you don’t want to be offered advice

You know you were wrong and you can deal with it, so should the others

Sometimes your best friends hurt you more than your worst enemies

That’s what makes your heart cry out aloud

Sometimes you begin to hate someone you used to love

Nothing could be more painful

Sometimes you don’t want to eat your favorite dish

You feel your stomachs full when its not

Sometimes your life seems to be meaningless and vain

You want to know why you are here

Sometimes you just want to give up

And see what happens next

Sometimes you realize it is not the money or fame that you want

You doubt if you could spend the rest of your life with it if you had it

Sometimes all you need is love

When all you have is a broken heart and a broken soul

Sometimes nothing seems to go right

That’s when you realize you took the wrong path

Sometimes you want someone to share your feelings with

Someone who would not say a word, just hold you tight

RANDOM WORDS

I speak of magic
Magical ink that falls onto the blank sheet and rearranges itself into beautiful words
Words that once read can never be forgotten
Words that once heard keep echoing
Words that speak of memories and things from the past
The past that was carefully sealed under the worn out label of childhood
Childhood, not the way it is remembered but the way it was
Words that cling to the soul and refuse to leave
Words that touch the heart so deep almost jolting one out of sleep
Sleep that never lasts long enough for us to see where the dream would end
Dreams that always leave behind a trace of something we cannot recall
Faded past, yellowish pages of diary, and flat dried flowers
Words that stir up the magic that has dried up like the flowers
Magic to make the flowers smile
Magic to weave the clouds into faces and fairies
Magic to sing to the birds
Songs that restart what was stopped long ago
Words that create magic