Slinging scribbles

Idyllic girl I met in my college Quite obverse of the people seen As she walks with such a swagger That could bow even the king to a cradle   In this vile world lies a girl With an open heart to face the trouble The love, the hate, the tears She overcomes them to beat the fears   Smiles with no feign Cries with no joy There I met the idyllic girl Who loves to walk the way her heart goes by     A ray of hope in her blackberry fervid eyes Beautiful like a condescend moonlight Infectious is her photogenic smile Affectionately cries at the drop of a hat for every pie of her life     That girl I met in my college With whom I shared my frights Walked, talked, laughed, giggled Like a sibling; no lies…period. You will remain close to me Whether we live or die……………………………      

Walking down the lane for so long, At times I realize am at the crossroads Tears that know to roll down the cheeks, So does the babies that pour out of the wombs, The ink that kisses papers with ease, The only sun that knows to rise in the east                                                                                  How do they know, I do not know; For all I know, Their roads they know; Paths which lead to two or many ways, And those ways leads to one or many, Which road leads where, I do not know, In fact, there’s nothing I know For all I know, I need a light That doesn’t ...

Years, decades passed by, The cute toddler made way for a grim face, But there is one woman, who never felt the other way, It is certainly you, my grandma   A teacher by profession, who taught with great zeal and fervor, That I know when students come to meet thou, Seek your blessings and make you feel prouder, I know it is most certainly you, my sweetest grandma.   Has an amazing dexterity in her hand, Whatever thou write is loved for its say, None but your heart touched me in that blend, It's none other than you, my beloved grandma   Prepares sumptuous food for me everyday; As I try to neglect at times with haste, But with a placid demeanor like that of a sage, Calmly keeps my temper at bay, And succeeds in filling my tummy, once again   Years, a decade passed by, Everything seems so changed, But if there is someone who remains eternal in every way, Its so you, my dear loving Grandma!!!!

Suddenly i have lost the flair in writing and i seriously hope its not a prolonged effect.just chipped in to celebrate my birthday and to tell myself how i feel to be elder by one year.its strange,i dont feel anything though a bit excitement when people call me but that's it!its a quiet and a peaceful birthday like the ones i had over the few years maybe a mirror to my demure image and maybe i prefer to like it that way.its quite possible that this sense of celebrating has been embedded upon me from quite a few years. But there are still diminutive changes in my nature which i feel have placed me on a more better platform to understand how the most part of the world functions.Unlike two years back when i almost spent birthdays cribbing at how 'close friends of mine forgot to wish me,this year the emotions were quite controlled.I had no hard feelings for them.Although i must admit there was a certain amount of lull inside me for the same but it no longer disheartens me that m...

i grew up to forget the pain or ignore it but not now.i wish you would look at me,tell me am ignoring my food with a caring voice,for once take me in your palms for half a minute everyday and tell me am the most wonderful thing that happened to you but looks like the water has receded and the time has already passed for another rain!i want you to ask me how my day went and appreciate the fact that am on my own though its not a big deal,i know...i know your struggle is impeccable and its second to none but am ordinary,i hope you know me.i understand you have a job to keep and its important to leave on time but i want you to be home before sunset.i feel lonely and i cant tell you how much i need someone to complete me.i have had various setbacks from the society when  i tried to seek love,i hope you remember one of them.i love it when you share with me  your struggles and how much you praise someone's kids and am sure you will end within their vicinity but i hope someday it will...

little mama's boy is busy buzzing the exam bells just in case my followers are curious enough to wonder my sudden disappearance from the pages i have so often scribbled on.i am having my exams this week and will probably go on till the last week of the month though i would want it to stay forever mainly because it is the only time i meet my friends and our respective teachers in their classes,funny ain't it?there was a time when BCOM degree was meant to generate a lot of zeal and respect among the students but with the times are changing the values. most of my friends repent the fact that they couldnt enjoy the college life though they are pathetic i suppose to crib so early when not more than a year is left to smell the college with the personal touch.if i ask myself the same question,it really makes me happy and gay to surround myself with the strange memories of living a life were i almost did everything,even the things i wasnt so sure of.the diminutive details of each and ...

 Deciding the objectives in life are obviously easier than setting out a pursuit for them;by far i had figured it by now. the first seminar for the same was held at Vile Parle recently at some Harvard Hotel which probably reminds me of one of the organized places i have been to.Now,being a resident of Dombivli everything seems quite far to me,like our class tutor used to quote,"people beyond Thane stay on the other side of the mountain."i believe it was quite true.     The lecture was supposed to start at 10:30am,an appropriate time for the people to start making moves for their career,i suppose.i got up at as early as 7:30am,washed my bowels,had a light breakfast and was out of the house by 8:30,if the clocks were to be believed.The train's journey was the most obviously chosen one and i would be too inane to deny it.the voyage from Dombivli to Dadar was a peaceful one,quite unusual from what it is used to.Of course,what else would one expect on a perfectly deserved...