The Destined Change

It has been more than four decades now. Can you imagine? Can any of us imagine?

No.... Right?  But yes, the contentment within still recollects and justifies the thoughts as....

The handsome and pretty faces, their flawless skin, though had gotten some scars on it, yet it did not lose its charm;

The sturdy and sultry figures, though had lost its shape, yet it is strong enough to protect their beloved;

The passion of becoming successful though had dissolved itself in the midst of time, yet contented with the life led;

The desire of a youth to fall in love, though had taken the shape of its own vessel, yet each one of us could relate to the term ‘happily married/single ever after’;

The matured feeling of collywobbles in our tummy on being called ‘Maa/Papa’ for the first time, though had carried with, a lot of responsibilities, yet we excelled in each of them;

The chit-chats and the conversation, the letter writing to each other, though had reduced and forced us to adapt to the world of internet(quite difficult for our generation), yet the feelings did not shrink, but doubled, just by seeing the name on the modern social platforms;

Thus cheers to our friendship, cheers to the life led by each of us and cheers to 1974 batch.

This is for my dad's generation. Love you Baba

The ecstatic Ride

The  red sun with its half covered blanket blushed;

But felt that the eyes were dying to part,

It smiled,  It closed its eyes softly;

And thus allowed the two souls to dive within each other’s heart.

The moon with its beauty and pride was showing the path;

Felt that it’s the day of two happy souls,

It kissed, It showered its blessings;

And thus allowed the two souls to stay connected.

The calm zephyr was carrying the fragrance of two souls;

But felt that it’s heavy,

It stopped, It held it more carefully;

And thus allowed the two souls to be one...

SHE

Gifting her the worth of being a mother

And being unaware of the outer world,

‘She’ enjoyed the warmth of the watery cushion;

Closing her eyes and feeding along.

Growing in a small pace,

Her  tiny limbs kicked gently;

And the bearer unaware of the sex, she beholding;

Became strong and capable enough to love and care;

Dressed up in a smile, without conveying the uncomfortability caused;

Rather relishing the magic of the silently growing foetus.

The magic of smile turns into the magic of mourn,

On the day ‘She’ is born.

‘She’  seems a load too heavy to bear,

Even to the woman, she belongs.

The woman disdaining her own identity, let go off the magic to the world

Without  even realizing her own days in the watery cushion.

A LIFE OF FOUR YEARS...

Filled with ebullience, we stepped ourselves in the voyage of four years;

A voyage full of muddled experiences, setting ahead

Challenging us to outhrow ourselves;

Welcoming us to embrace it.

1^st year:

Disinclined to smile and introduce,

With each second’s thought we breathed;

The air corrupted with the fear of ragging,

The goose bumps cascading through a voice murmuring;

Yet a step ahead took a pinch of fear out;

Realising the worth and experiencing the toughness

Earned us love and devoted respect.

Portrayed to be canny in the field of technology,

But the tough world around made us circumspect our ego;

Thus rose the fear of mechanics, maths and physics

And we were trashed by our feel of amateurish.

2^nd year:

Eyes blinking and searching for the dashing and gorgeous ones;

Heart swinging with the arrogance of seniority;

With the feel of being the king or queen of one’s heart

Swayed away by the beauty of ‘love’,

And hypnotized by the fragrance of entertainment.

Bunking being the most important part of the routine,

Ended up with ‘Shortage of Attendance’.

3^rd year:

The completion of the partial journey’

Aroused the cognizance of being there;

And the perception of seeing oneself after a couple of years

Hypnotized one to recollect the sight of muddled experiences;

And setting oneself to swirl over it.

4^th year:

The clear ultimate field of vision

Made the heart beats echo loud enough;

Made some to show their outrageous talent and some to try for the next option.

Besides, another portrait of crying hearts was visible

Compelling themselves hard enough to bid a good-bye,

And assuring to remember and secretly behold each other in a corner of their life, forever.

This is an engineering student’s life all about.

The unimpeachable bond

She widened her lips, She felt the new world;                                             Stretching out her arms wide, She welcomed her tears

With a word to her soul,

With a blessing to her life.

She stepped her feet, She felt her position in the world;

Conveying her dreams, She desired her to fulfill it

With a hand on her hand,

With a blessing to her life.

She expressed her feelings, She feared for her stand in the crowd;

Guiding through all the odds, She succeeded in holding her heart

With an eye on her eyes,

With a blessing to her life.

She  embraced her tight, She felt the pain close to her heart;

Kissing on her forehead, She reminded her of their memories

With a tear on her eyes,

With a blessing to her life.

HOPE UNBRIDLED

.No hopes and no time for consolation;

Leading for the sake of heart distribution;

But no one did understand

And i continued to hurt my heart again and again.

Thought of squeezing my heart to extract pain;

Continued for a time being, and then all went in vain;

Again a hope arose

And fortunately or unfortunately, allowed it to peep inside my heart.

He held my hand with a promise;

Gained it with a small kiss;

Tried to lessen my pain by sharing it

But once again, fear overcame hope and was failed.

Was overburdened, still continued to hold my heart strong;

Had to unpack my feelings as it did not last long;

Being overwhelmed and confused, he still held my hands tight

With just three words, 'I LOVE YOU'.