My life began from you,
A metaphor yet so true;
And foolish me, I tried,
To shed you off, like a dead leaf.
But last night the cursed itch
Came back again, it hurt again,
Now that I’m going away,
And that you should stay.
And as I looked back, I acquiesced,
It was not the touch of your hand,
Or the glimpse of your sunny face,
That made me smile;
But that you are in my radius,
That you are close by,
Made me earn each breath I breathed.
And you may already be wondering,
(though I surely feel you’re not)
“Why does this boy write alone,
And speaks not a word?”
The answer to this I know not,
But perhaps I am too proud to be loved,
Or am I too frail?
It’s not that I have never judged you,
But always it’s been me I found wanting.
But you know that I write when insane,
And that sanity holds my tongue,
And in madness men speak truth.
In madness I speak the truth.
The insignia that you’ve given me,
I find it hard to rub away,
I never learnt to walk the middle path.
(Always somewhat of a bohemian)
And if I don’t love you babe,
Then I must learn to hate…
Be drunk with something, always!
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Monday, April 7, 2008
Curtains
Ending days are near here, the bells will soon toll, and I look back to the four years that changed everything…
July, 2004, I forget the exact date (possibly the 5th); the day that this batch of JU-CSE began. Sixty odd boys and girls came together, on that most auspicious of days, and then it all began.
Some were lucky, for they saw familiar faces; friends from previous days…even rivals (for the word meant something back then). Others were luckier still, everyone was a stranger to them, and everyone was a potential friend. And everyone had a dream (yes all of us dreamt back then, and I believe they dreamt BIG; no restrictions were possible, no reservations apt).
… … … and oh yes!!! Everyone was ready to fall in LOVE!
The seniors were marvelous! And we experienced our share of the moolah called ragging. Not that we did not like it! Something so purely unconventional has its charms. So started our first semester… and that charm I was talking about! We finally had to give in to it, some as soon as the first semester (I was always a late bloomer and it took me three bloody semesters to be as charming as that) while some as late as few months back… … … and without much ado it can be safely said that the circle is now complete; “All them bastards have finally been deported to neverland, Capitan. And look at them fools; they are smiling with their dirty teeth out! Argh!” Charming indeed!
“Four years!” as soon as this phrase comes to my mind I let out a deep sigh. Has it been that long? “Twenty odd days left, possibly a month”- is it going to be so soon?
The time that is past, cannot be lived again, but the time that is to come… can’t we slow it down? To beat time we must run at least as fast as light, and that is precisely what I have been doing, what we all have been doing, running here and there in the campus’ field (and did you think we love playing cricket?!!!) and when tired lying thereupon (the grass was never so green nor did it ever smell so sweet; and the weather so frightfully beautiful!).
“Have you ever seen a supernova? A star explodes into a thousand pieces, each finding its way away from where the star used to be, away from each other as well- like sparks flying in all directions.”
Have I seen a supernova? .......... No. That is to say, not yet.
Lying there on the field, as we look up at the evening sky, the stars seem much closer now, as if all have gathered to witness the spectacle, our very own SUPERNOVA!
When men die it is not beautiful (and I am not much into romanticism that glorifies death); but we are not dying anyway… it’s just a metaphorical death, this. And the good thing with metaphors is that you can embellish them further. We began with dreams, yes? Some were lost in the way, and new ones took their place. Very well! We shall drink tonight and every following night to the health of the newest addition to our collection, the dream that this death is going to be beautiful for a change!
Amen! [chorus]
July, 2004, I forget the exact date (possibly the 5th); the day that this batch of JU-CSE began. Sixty odd boys and girls came together, on that most auspicious of days, and then it all began.
Some were lucky, for they saw familiar faces; friends from previous days…even rivals (for the word meant something back then). Others were luckier still, everyone was a stranger to them, and everyone was a potential friend. And everyone had a dream (yes all of us dreamt back then, and I believe they dreamt BIG; no restrictions were possible, no reservations apt).
… … … and oh yes!!! Everyone was ready to fall in LOVE!
The seniors were marvelous! And we experienced our share of the moolah called ragging. Not that we did not like it! Something so purely unconventional has its charms. So started our first semester… and that charm I was talking about! We finally had to give in to it, some as soon as the first semester (I was always a late bloomer and it took me three bloody semesters to be as charming as that) while some as late as few months back… … … and without much ado it can be safely said that the circle is now complete; “All them bastards have finally been deported to neverland, Capitan. And look at them fools; they are smiling with their dirty teeth out! Argh!” Charming indeed!
“Four years!” as soon as this phrase comes to my mind I let out a deep sigh. Has it been that long? “Twenty odd days left, possibly a month”- is it going to be so soon?
The time that is past, cannot be lived again, but the time that is to come… can’t we slow it down? To beat time we must run at least as fast as light, and that is precisely what I have been doing, what we all have been doing, running here and there in the campus’ field (and did you think we love playing cricket?!!!) and when tired lying thereupon (the grass was never so green nor did it ever smell so sweet; and the weather so frightfully beautiful!).
“Have you ever seen a supernova? A star explodes into a thousand pieces, each finding its way away from where the star used to be, away from each other as well- like sparks flying in all directions.”
Have I seen a supernova? .......... No. That is to say, not yet.
Lying there on the field, as we look up at the evening sky, the stars seem much closer now, as if all have gathered to witness the spectacle, our very own SUPERNOVA!
When men die it is not beautiful (and I am not much into romanticism that glorifies death); but we are not dying anyway… it’s just a metaphorical death, this. And the good thing with metaphors is that you can embellish them further. We began with dreams, yes? Some were lost in the way, and new ones took their place. Very well! We shall drink tonight and every following night to the health of the newest addition to our collection, the dream that this death is going to be beautiful for a change!
Amen! [chorus]
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)