The sun traverses the sky in its daily routine,

The day grows by as do we age, and leave back our teen,

Every day brings a bit more of maturity.

You and me will be as we always are, ruthless beyond charity.

You complete me, in every sense. I am nothing without you,

The laugh echoes in my longing ears, the bliss is like a matinee queue,

Buddy, you are the fella-I love the most,

I know you love to dine with me, along with some juicy roast.

Sometimes I don’t know what exactly you are,

Sometimes I feel you don’t know that you care,

No matter how far we are, how old we become,

Your bastard words will always be welcome.

Every evening it’s the market for us, the food attracts,

“Rabdi” does indeed taste sweeter, the purse contracts,

Still we fight and abuse each other over the bill,

Sometimes you win and sometimes prevails my will.

We see  the market entirely, but we don’t know what we look for,

We roam up and down, searching for food to devour,

Still a “dosa” is protested by you, as is a “pappadi” by me,

We end up tasting both and run to that alley to pee.

You are lazy beyond imagination, you sacrifice is amazing,

Lucky am I to befriend you, your silence is blazing,

Your sense of humour is a bit bore,

Still I love being with you, even when my thoughts are sore.

We are Godless, you and me, heavens forgive us,

Crazy things we do, our fear we do toss,

80 kmph is too much for my scooter to handle,

But with you, everything is as calm as a candle.

We fuck up our semester, still we have fun,

I never gave you a birthday present, I let you a free run,

Never did  ya complain my irregularities and odd roaming,

You do come eagerly to pick me up on my homecoming.

Every day in dhenkanal is brightened by you,

I wish you were with me, I wish you had taken the cue,

It would have rocked to have you with me in college,

Free to roam in BBSR and miles away from bondage.

You are God-knows-what to me, I have no words,

You tease like hell but that’s all right coz it retards,

My depression and heightens my mood-

I’ll never part from you and neither even death would!

-Avi

WHAT HAS TO BE…

Sunlight creeps across the dusty room,

The shadows stretch on and on,

The place seems to be in dire need of a broom,

But the man sitting there does not move till the light has gone.

Thoughts of lost past times flashes by,

He senses his loss is irreparable,

We wants to express his feelings but he’s shy,

His best-friend is gone whom he thought inseparable.

Life teaches us many important lessons,

Some are hard to get on with,

Some are long, pain-inflicting sessions,

But remain in mind like an age-old myth.

The cool air blows inside through the window,

Its chilly, warmth is urgently needed,

Still the man does not move, not does not show-

A single sense of life, everything is unheeded.

The street-light casts a dull glow,

Gradually he moves to set things right,

But every step he has to take will hurt anyhow,

Despite the fact that he has never gave up without a fight.

AH HA!

I cherish a dream in the darkest corner of my heart,

Never thought it’d survive, fate plays its part,

A face smiles upon me in my eyes,

I am lost in it, I am flying in the deep blue eyes.

A look at her and wonder at Nature,

How can it make so lively a pasture!

The lips part fleetingly to flash those white teeth,

The hair graces the head like a leather sheath.

She’s neither beautiful nor fascinating,

But something in her attracts me, like I am hallucinating,

Her eyes say the untold passion of love,

I wish her lips followed that, a word of frankness from the dove.

Her actions tender every pain that I have,

Intentions calm down every nerve, when I starve-

From love, affection and care-

I feel I am home, when I am with her-

Her pain, sorrows and troubles I want to share.

A SIGHT

Far ‘cross the window I stare,

All nature’s beauty is laid bare,

The trees sway gently  in the breeze,

The sun undoes the hard freeze.

Birds sing and dance in their nest,

I smirk at the, as if I am on a quest,

The sunshine is welcoming,

The grass in the fields is gleaming.

The air is cool, the breeze is gentle,

It hisses like water in a kettle,

Its music is a sedative, my eyes keep-

Off it charm, I am in an enchanted sleep.

Of all God’s creation, this is the best,

Mankind can not match this, attempts are a waste,

The power of the Lord is incomparable,

I bow to Him in awe and babble.

FIGHT

I tried very hard to ignore, but I can’t,

I came very close, but that is what I did not want,

Being close hurts you, but still you endure,

I want this end with grandeur.

I find it hard to express my feelings, I want them to know,

My dignity will not be sacrificed, I’ll not bow,

But it hurts as if I swallowed fire,

My heart burneth as my need is dire.

I feel the pain of watching her smile,

A hate to think what’ll others do, with intentions vile,

I have no way to ensure my respite,

I feed upon my woody inside, as does a termite.

A weight presses upon my chest, bearing it down,

Blood runneth the entire length of my dressing gown,

I become breathless,  with little to hope,

This separation is gruesome and agonizing to cope.

ENOUGH!

Things are not what they were before,

Walking the path of friendship, my feet are sore,

It is easy to make a friend and be close,

Sometimes that friendship turns upon you, like a lethal dose.

New things are lovely at first, everything seems perfect,

Time drags by, as the friends get to know each other’s defect,

Lot of unsaid words slip by, bonding becomes strong,

Eternal loyalty, everlasting love is promised, but that’s where they are wrong.

Nothing lasts forever in this human world,

You don’t know when it will come- the Devil’s herald,

By and by your grip loosens over the bond-

And you are left to mourn, like frogs in a weedy pond.

What do we do when the chips are down?

How can we go on, endure without a frown,

I can not dream of reliving the horror,

I want to know what went wrong, what was my error?

Expectations become high, demand pressurizes us,

Each word uttered my seem like poison, pain does rush-

Endlessly, the world seems to be darker,

When your dear ones hurt, the imprint runs deep like a marker.

Feel he ever-changing facet of life,

Nothing goes down without a strife,

Still one can be broken, dejected and lost,

The loss of a dear one, is one excruciatingly huge cost.

MY APOLOGIES

The day grows and gradually slips past,

I linger in my room, my patience does not last,

I sense an impending disaster coming up,

I am helpless, like a diabetic let lose in a candy shop.

I am thinking about the numerous mistakes I have done,

You do not show the pain that you have undergone,

I feel horrible in my inside, my breathe’s jammed,

I pant fast, your thoughts flood, my brain is rammed.

I loathe my heart, that is unable to overlook little slips,

My soaring mood dips, its wings the pain clips,

You don’t know my feelings, my anguish,

I am a frail person, and I am easy to vanquish.

“Pla” forgive my temper, I am an obnoxious weed,

Responsibilities, I don’t understand, neither do I heed,

I dread you might loathe me someday, somehow,

I wont be able to live with that, I can’t bear anyhow.

Essentially I need a dressing, fit for my rudeness,

I know you’d never show me your sadness,

But still I beg you to spare me this once,

I ‘sweat’ I’ll walk away next time, without asking for another chance.

LAST DAYS

The air seems to be more pure, the wind seems cooler,

The corridors seem extra-familiar, the thrill is shriller,

People frequent the stairs as usual, but its not forever,

Once gone, the days at CVRCE IN-Campus Boys’ Hostel will return never.

Friends, they seem to be known for ages,

Mutual sharing and pranks set the birds free from their cages,

Discussions and jokes were common everywhere,

Seven days, and after that these things will be nowhere.

Days slip past in a blur, lightening fast,

This merriment and bliss, forever it won’t last,

Evening brings the time for jokes and humour,

Even the slightest, tiniest leak can spread a rumour.

Nights seem to be very long and cool,

Sleep is difficult to come soon, as a rule,

Early morning is the time for us to sleep,

Daybreak does not wake us up from slumber,

Even if does, we drop again like lumber.

Water-fights are exceedingly popular among the guys,

Pickles are eaten like food, wich everyone buys,

Rain does not stop us from going to and fro to the canteen,

We live is fully, our lives, being kids, like we are again thirteen.

Sometimes its gloomy and my heart yearns for home,

Roomies stand back in support like Seven Hills of Rome,

People swarm the fields in the afternoon, full of life,

I love this place now, with no trouble and no strife.

Seniors do have unlimited fun with the folks,

Its windy here, cool and nice with bliss, this rocks!

Hostel will be remembered by us all, till we die,

Ask me about this, ten years after, and I won’t lie.

30^th June, 2010,

C.V Raman College of Engineering.

Last fews days at our beloved hostel.This 1’s for all the folks tht contributed to the fun and family in the hostel.

BUBYE

Its dusty, its filthy and the bags are heavy and full,

The cupboard is cleaned, one is broken, the air is cool,

We pack our belongings after ten months of stay,

We have to leave this beloved 216, we don’t have another way.

The floor is full of crap, bits of paper and many more,

We are tired, legs are heavy and feet are sore,

The room grows more attractive, less detached,

I am reluctant to leave it, I am much attached.

Memories flow by this wooden door, as I look,

Essence of a new energy comes in through the window, which we took,

Internals passed like the sands of time here,

I do not know how I survived them without any fear.

Magi formed the daily dinner of the four,

Birthdays are not celebrated without a roar,

Birth-day turns into a nightmare in a minute’s notice,

Here fun is readily available like a crystal lattice.

Girlfriends attack upon the privacy of friends,

Night is the ideal time for such love trends,

People patrol the corridors like routine cops,

Studies take a backseat like  secondary jobs.

A lot of things go unnoticed in this place,

Guys strive hard to succeed in this educational race,

Still memories remain, and will do, of untold deeds,

Of unending desires, friendship, love and boyish needs.

The last day in No.216……

REFLECT

I think I once was a poet, had words for my feelings,

I think I once was happy, with no pain or sorry dealings,

All this has faded into the past, I am no more,

My insides are void, I feel nothing, m empty to the core.

I look at my friends, their eyes are questioning,

I let a smile escape my lips, I don’t have any reasoning,

The length of the smile is short, the rascals see that,

I cannot tell them what has happened, and the pain I cannot thwart.

My mind fluctuates, I don’t have the will to live,

I can exist, but the reason to live is missing,

I can’t even cry, fuck my eyes off!

I am angry, my friends bear the behavior—rough.

Sometimes I wonder, if it is me who is responsible,

For all these bullshit and me shit of a mind is untamable,

I am a lowly bastard and my feelings are filth,

To hell with my heart! I hate myself and the life I have.

I DON’T KNOW

There are things I want to say,

I want to let go, not hold it to oppose nature’s way,

I have lost interest to write this poem anymore,

But I’ll go on, because I am very happy, to the core.

Sixteen lines is all I need to give me satisfaction,

I am scared, lest I’ll lose this self-occupation,

Sometimes I wonder, I am a bad guy,

I need a better character, but that’s something that money can not buy.

Please, someone help me to write this out,

I am strong at heart but my limbs are not so stout,

Sometimes I melt, to forego any pain,

But that has proved me of great trouble sans gain.

I look at Pal smiling, his eyes tell the truth,

Glad I am for him, his smile is enough to sooth,

My pain, I owe him for his great contribution,

I think I’ll be forever in debt  for his consolation.

I wanted sixteen lines but I overshot the mark,

Still I want to write but I am wont be a shark,

And feed upon my bloody thoughts, rather I choose-

To text back another dear one whom I’d never lose!

Last Line’s for Su!!!

IDIOTS

What has happened to me, I don’t know,

My preparation has hit an all-time low,

Tomorrow’s my semester examination,

But even then I am in my world of imagination.

I feel too tired to move an inch from my room,

The lair is much dusty, despite my latest attempts with a broom,

Its kinda hot and sticky, my body is exhausted,

I am down with a regret, my world seems rusted.

The atmosphere does resemble a normal working day,

There is no sign of the rush, while the sun shines, to make hay,

Calm and carefree seem to be, the guys here,

The peace, with the impending doom, is too much to bear.

I can not study even the smallest bit,

My writings are worse than shit,

I tend to write poems instead of study,

I wait, in vain anguish, for a text from my best-buddy.

None seem to care for the examination coming up,

Results do burst the bubble with a loud pop,

I wish I had studied a bit more,

A 9 point would have been easy to score.

The day before the 2^nd Semester of my B.Tech life in In-Campus Boys’ Hostel, CVRCE.

Aditya and Arko are arguing with each other, I am lying on my bed writing this poem, Bhavani’s not in the room, probably having a chat somewhere else.This is the life I’ll miss!!!

SHIT!

I hate her, I detest her awkward questions,

I dislike her ever-changing  facet of mood,

Her smile nowadays makes me sad,

I want to scream at her and be rude.

My insides want to shoot her blessed head,

I am full of wrath and fury,

Her everything is hated by me now,

Her mesmerizing thoughts, I want to bury.

I am a changed man now, for the better of it,

I pity myself at the state I am now,

Every beautiful feature is distorted now,

Still I relish this incarnation somehow.

Murder, crime and hatred all go hand in hand,

I am a man capable to hate too,

Hatred burns me, my inner-self screams in protest,

I continue to hate, to be difficult to woo.

DULL!

I sit in the class, listening to the lecture,

People are yawning and are not interested,

A sense of dizziness engulfs me,

My patience is being tested.

Chaos rules the roost after the lecture,

Everyone is in a hurry,

The sense of civic politeness is blasted,

People swarm the stairs like slurry!!

A break of fifteen minutes is welcome,

Relieving the tiredness of the body,

Guys run out to get some feel in their legs,

The air seems fresh, but the garden is weedy.

The end of the day is a welcome change,

Tiredness seems to fill up in myself,

I return to my dormitory quickly,

And fall on my bed without a yelp.

This is one of the first poems written by me!