NUMB

u passed across as if u have seen me not even once,
strangers often confused with u , for eyes want to see u round the clock
my world  of happiness buried beneath the  road on which your future  walks,
neither i know how to swim nor have been left the part of the last remaining ship's dock.
sensations are no more consequence of the pricks of the pain,
perhaps this mind has forgotten to work the way it used to
heart no longer excites at the extraordinary gains , not even in the most often wished rain.
ears no longer respond to words , as they used to listening to a bird named cuckoo.
tears no longer want you to be the reason for their passage ,
as they have been subjected to a lot of stress and hardwork,
they are in demand of some rest and for eyes being a sage,
like the ones sitting roadsides often introducing with an unusual smirk.
target seems drifting away , as you are going away
no more dreams to watch , sleep is no more my mate of night,
you let off my hands when my life was at sway,
when i expected you to be with me always and save me from falls by holding me tight.

WeRe ThAt YoU......?

were that you or her clone ?
were that you or a person carrying her trace?
are you lost somewhere or you don't exist ?
you're delighted for the new gains,
but the worth of gains can't repay the worth of losses.
You are happy for the new smiles ,
but have forgotten the tears that bought them.
Life seems easy throwing the failure out,
but you couldn't utilize that failure to succeed.
You are a beautiful bird but with all new feathers,
a new flower with a different smell,
a beautiful face but with different aura.
Am I waiting in turn for somebody
or you don't exist ?
was that really love or I spent those years dreaming ?
I am looking for someone whom I lost somewhere sometime back
Please tell me , are you the same person or her clone or perhaps you don't exist ?

Adieu

These are not just ordinary lines ,
but memories of our college times.
No more night outs , no more examination ,
just a routine to follow without much recreation.
Together we roamed around gone are those days ,
few more walks then we part our ways .
No more alpi bakar , no more UG trips,
no more library visits , no more new gpl clips.
Talks would be formal so the dressing sense ,
no more scolding of professors and tutorials to make you tense.
No more shouts in the canteen , no more singing with the mates ,
no more insane laughs , will be busy building corporate traits.
Few days after , when you catch your train ,
then this poem would be no more than just a walk down the memory lane .

Am I in Love ?

Are your eyes an ocean ,
or is it just my biased imagination?
Are you a magician ,
or is it just the effect of my uncontrollable emotion ?
Have I ever been to moon,
or is it just my day dreaming thinking of you since noon?
Have the birds started chirruping more than ever before ,
or is it just that I have never been amidst such excitement in galore?
Has the night ever been so silent ,
or  is it just that my mind refuses to listen to anything except you ?
Have the flowers started smiling ,
or is it that you have instilled life in them ?
Have I ever been so cheerful,
or is it because of those sights of you being so beautiful ?
Every morning , every night is spent thinking of you ,
is it something childish or is it  that I am in love with you?

StOrY oF cArRoM gEeKs

Race starts with a break,
19 coins placed beautifully aligned in the middle,
a game of only take with queen the most exciting part of the riddle.
A game of confidence demanding nerves of steel,
... seems very easy to play but of course it's not an easy deal.
It's an irony , as hand seems the toughest shot at the beginning stage,
but later becomes an easiest way to earn a wage.
Shortage of boards is very usual,
but knockout has become a part of our daily carrom ritual.
Carrom has become the god, club a preaching place,
bunking classes compromising every other work with face full of grace.
Lunch and dinner skipped n number of times,
with carrom sessions missed being least factor of primes.
Though it is a game with limited fame,
but still we geeks play it wholeheartedly, tiring ourselves without any claim.

exams , a fearful dream

Silence and silence everywhere,
is that an indication of a forthcoming cyclone or exams coming near?
Faces dug in books, hands holding the weapon named pen.
girls are most affected even lions have found shelter in their den.
Days were wasted when the time was ripe,
was busy in my own interests enjoying and having fun,
but suddenly was left awestruck when found myself in front of a loaded gun.
God is the only savior, prayer the only mean,
often day dreaming of the times I enjoyed, when was in my teens.
Notes are in excess, time very less,
day and night past in no time, things turn into a big mess.
Day of the exam has arrived,
looking desperately for the papers, where the formula was derived.
Entered the hall, with a fear in the heart,
made every attempt to show myself fully prepared by trying to act very smart.
Content is very less, but time left is more,
don't have much to express on the sheet, the seriousness of the hall turned the aura very bore.
Next day arrived, things remained same,
then again I was found in the club, being part of every game.
Suddenly a thought came into my heart, will I ever change?
entered the next class with curiosity but was left pessimist when things again went out of my range.

lasting for you

I desire to watch you all day long
admiring your beauty murmuring a song,
you are a beautiful bird in the world of hate,
have no guts to express in words for the luck isn't in my fate.
Don't know will I ever get the opportunity to meet you again,
not even God is interested in a deal with no gain.
I hope to see till you are here ,
bringing with your beautiful smile not so often cheer.
Nourished by flowers protected by the nature's sword,
you are an angel on this earth , sent himself by the Lord.