It is not just holiday but my rebirth;
Sitting in the center bordered by my friends;
They are not just friends, my happiness, my life;
prattling and laughing with watering eyes;
My right as a citizen, "The freedom of speech", once again acquired;
Oh God, all 24 hours not enough to enjoy;
Even the most lovable sleeping turned disgusting;
All our souls, after a long time, merged with each other;
It was not only myself, but everyone wanted back those GOLDEN SCHOOL DAYS;
Every second we laughed and snickered;
Well fed by my mom , my tummy grows;
But came Jan 2nd to destroy all my delusions;
I cried, I pleaded to my parents, all in vain;
Knapsack ed the bag with tears in my eyes;
Glimpsed at my dad but my wish was deprived;
I have to leave, leave my family. my friends, my life;
Retreating my soul there, my body alone;
Carrying a heavy luggage including my mother's love;
Moving in the bus in one corner heavy heartily;
heading to hostel, Once again Im MUMMIFIED!!!!!!!!!!!
This was my first writing tat i did in my first year of ma college. i started writing such craps on seeing Nithya, one of my best pals whom i really miss very much in CBE. She was with me for just an year. yet influenced me a lot. i like the way she looks at things.I really miss u NITHYA.. We learn, read, watch a lot yet only some people can influence us, and she s one of the kind.
Hey its true.. Nith is great. she s a master piece i guess! I hope she were a bit free to spend some time with the ppl from past. Don't worry Ayshu, your MOMMY(Nith) will be with you soon...well keep writing such craps:)....!!kidding. good job.
ReplyDeletelife would b meaning less if it goes on same path same track and at constant phase changes r life its that how u mould to situation my schooldays with loving frdz like u a path of 12 years now a different track for 4 yrs though not good it has to go after 4 yrs yet another path thats it, who ever comes and goes we stay in memories
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