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.