Poetry

I Wish

propose

I wish you knew
I wish you could see
The world in my brain
And what you mean to me

I wish it was easy
I wish it was real
I could talk to you
About this feeling surreal

I wish I was a part
I wish things were different
I could share your joys n sorrows
Without being intrudent

I wish I didn’t have to hide
I wish I didn’t have to run
Away from your lovely soul
To avoid this emotional turn

I wish the world was greener
I wish all this was true
And I could perhaps say it loud
How much I love you

I wish I could propose
I wish you could dispose
Atleast it would be clear
And I won’t have to suppose

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Let Go

Let Go

In the stage of life which I am, heartbreaks are a common sight. The most common ones are those where someone loves a person dearly, but the feeling is not mutual. The boy loves a girl but won’t speak up lest he might lose her forever. He knows that there are just two alternatives – speak up or move on. But he wouldn’t dare to take up either.

Today I was chatting with one such friend, trying to help him take a decision. He was entirely against a confession of his true feelings. So the only advice I could give him was to move on, to let go!

again
and again
you refrain
from moving on from her life
letting it be

the acceptance is tough
denial so easy
she might be special for you
but you are
nobody.

You all will be missed!

The fact has been trying to sink into me for a long time. But it was the other day when I was just strolling down a mall with my room neighbor that it struck me hard, this might be the last time we are here together. Yes, the pleasure of doing regular, funny or crazy things with the friends we have made in past four years at this amazing place will soon be lost.

Two weeks are over since then and most people graduating this year have already left the campus. My first source of inspiration, first source of security, the first crush, people who have bullied me and the people who got bullied, they are all gone. Taking up their first job or joining a famous university in India, US, UK or elsewhere, people have moved on to the next phase in their life. With one more year to go, I still have some time on my hands to enjoy this lovely place. But will it be same when a major chunk of people who made this experience worthwhile aren’t there with me anymore? The time will tell. All I can do now is to wish them goodbye and hope we soon meet again!

Adios btechs & the seniors! You all will be missed.

I can’t say what I am feeling
I just can’t write or talk
You have to leave -time is ticking
Time is running right out of the clock

It doesn’t matter if you go
Across the country, or state, or whatever
Just promise me, that you agree
This goodbye is not goodbye forever

I know you’d do good as always
No sheep you are, you would set a trend
Someday we will meet again
Just never ever forget me, my friend!

Picks

you have it all
and proud are you
the soul within
seems to follow through
the darkness around is not all true
if there is light deep down you

the world has words
and words will confuse
decision finally is made by you
the stones will be hurled
no flowers for you
you have to sow if you want them too

it may be immoral
to bend your way through
but that is what most people do
it won’t be hard for you too
but remember that your picks today
would define your tomorrow anew!

Sticky

The following poem is dedicated to our beloved QMS core “Sticky”… go QMS m/
Ashwin ‘Sticky’ Georgy…..
tenth of tenth the date was on
when in Irinjalakuda, a prodigy was born
ashwin georgy was his name
made research his sole aim
down to earth and always cool
he found homage in BVB school
a proper muggu, he entered iit
was rechrishtened ‘sticky’ for his adhesive ability
stuck with acads for a long time
discovered his passion in qms line
as a coord worked hard with his mates
brought shaastra ISO 9001:2008 
still didn’t let his acads down
got summer intern in a german town
come Shaastra and he was QMS again
as Quality manager he was named
chose a group full of spark
shaastra quality got no black mark
we were his coords and he the core
but found him friendly in all our chores
no wonder we love him for all he did
got us a grand GRT treat
all of us were great together
but alas now shaastra’s over
this has been a stint too long
but the absence has left us forlorn
still sticky trod along
the path to stardom is always on
raised eyebrows and a smile on face
attract photographers at all the place
a girl is what he eyes right now
the qms team takes a bow
may you have all that you want
atleast whatever ‘chavara’ can grant!

Graffiti

Gone are days which were smooth as silk
Is it time or the earth is still
Pain is all that I can feel
Inseparable is now this guilt

What was mine is now all lost
None to be blamed but only me
The roads have diverged far beyond
Nothing’s left but this graffiti

The trunk of tree which holds it
Hasn’t changed a wee bit
But the leaves which once were green
Cloaked in pallor shell out a scream

Ironically the heart’s still there
Our names inscribed deep within
Wish ‘twas throbbing like ever before
With my name in strong ink

I know its all but a broken dream
But so is my destiny
The azure petals mock me
Still its only you that I can see

Destiny

Was always shy I know
And you came by, lo
The emotions here overflow
Should I pull the string or let it go…

Everything’s changed ever since
Am feeling like a real prince
Swear by god my feelings are pure
Am not mistaken for sure…
 
But it isn’t easy to express
And silence leads to distress
You don’t have any reason to wait
Seems finally have lost the bait…
 
The story could have moved on
Had I been more stubborn
It perhaps wasn’t meant to be
Men can’t play with destiny.