Me and Sis.. Runz... 

A Lil Bigger 

Thatz me Cool Sailu..... 

Our Two Years

I arrived at the footsteps
In the bright sunshine of July
To a place unknown

With a lot of desires
A thought to learn
Fingers burning, my body full of energy

The crowd was maddening
With buzzing faces
All had arrived, with desires a plenty

My mind questioned
What would happen next?
Am I at the right place?

Answers I sought
As it beared and shook me
I was there to be counted

The previous years were an experience
As I made my mark
Found and left friends and Foes

I missed them a plenty
It was the feeling of being alone
I felt nostalgic, being at college yet again

Life came in a full circle
As I breathed through the first term
I hadn’t done too much

Hadnt found people alike
Alike in my thoughts
Alike my lifestyle

Again it lingered, my mind did
Questioned yet again
Was I supposed to be here?

The answers arrived slowly
As I made a group
Amongst my peers

The initial days breezed fast
I made a foray into learning
Learning, if our minds met

Results soon arrived
I had made my first sincere attempt
And I came out flying

Distances Shortened amongst us
We came in together
Talked a plenty about lives and pasts

There struck the chord
I saw it, I heard
Yes came the answer, I found them

Terms passed by, as we got closer
We bound ourselves
For there was room for more

Some arrived, some departed
We were getting to our own
As some of us discovered

But the contrast was showing
The differences were a plenty
Those who could take it, stayed!!!

Rivalry and crossings were a plenty
We met the opposites
They looked strong and bold

We were challenged
We did not step back
Inside we saw the rot

It arrived one day
As some hearts were broken
We stood silent and watched

Surprises weren’t few
As someone was to arrive new
We took the darndest steps


We took it to the world
We took it to them
“We have arrived”, was the slogan

The earlier grudges went
No sooner she came
She found new friends

It was a dilemma
For her and for us
We took it literally as a sign of the good

Moments came and came happy
We shook the place with might
Courage describes it at best

We played, learnt and had fun
Moments came skewed
All along the togetherness

Then came the placements
And we were in steaming mode
We woke up to the time

We sulked amongst ourselves
As life’s plan was chalked
Disappointments and greatness shadowed minds

Some faces came motioned
Emotions of the anxious
Emotions of the wait

Illuminated was the scene
Slowly and steadily it came
As each one found their ground

We rejoiced as each one got placed
We calmed a few who were derailed
For time was coming near

We delivered at pace
Though it was a slow
It came for all and then there was silence


The mood was swinging
Deep within we knew
What was destined ahead

We shook our heads
As in disbelief
The truth was coming near

It was time to depart
For a few had to leave faraway
For a few would be together

It was written as its said
That time waits for no one
Life was set to change

We sat together in arms
Folded across and tied
Wished and promised to never break apart

It taught me a lot
This experience at the place
I had taken the right step

I had my answer
It made me smile
I was in awe struck mode

Departures happened as time arrived
I knew within myself
And I let my desires go

I knew I wasn’t losing
A bunch I love a lot
We are still tied together in a string unbroken

The Little Boy

I usually wait at the bus stop every morning gathering my thoughts on the previous days work while also constantly reminding myself of having to fetch some for the day. Its usually fun at the place coz I being a keen observer of peoples behaviour tend to gather their motion. Its routine to see people and a host of similar faces at the queue. Some smile, while others just seem to lack the mood of getting into the daily routine. Some are happlessly disgrunted at the buses arriving late and keep pouring comments. As for the comments they come in plenty of style and skewed amplifications. There is a particular lady who waits daily at the same time and wonders if I was there only to watch her. She aint too cute as she supposes herself to be. She managed a smile the other day. Thats routine!!! for most people as they wonder if life could offer more than just this.

To a contrast and to compare I have this little boy at the Bus stand who seems refreshingly different and lovable at first sight. He comes every morning, dressed differently for each occassion as he creates them. Standardized as it is he wears a khaki clad pant and shirt to imitate a bus conductor, a white shirt and brown trouser to suit the traffic police and sometimes neatly ironed formals or casuals. Obvious contrast to his attire, he comes from a poor family background. A lovely whistle blowing device in his hand and what looks like a poor mans Rayban sunglasses to darn his innocent face.

What he performs at the place is worth the wait. He stands like a traffic guide, controlling the angry faced bus drivers who speed into the stand without notice of the people walking. He whistles shrill enough for the driver to slow down. Next he is all zipping an zapping around singing songs that suits the situation. Ranging from latest hits to oldies his voice may not exactly sound music to the ears, but nevertheless he is his own king and is not perturbed by the laughing public. He sings to the ladies that pass by, but for as little as he is I wouldnt blame his intention. Its a gag to see the responses of the ladies that he showers his music upon. They laugh amongst themselves. As for another help, he takes incharge of queues and yells at people breaking them to enter the buses as they arrive.

What makes him so likeable is that he is a free guide of his thoughts. It dosent seem to affect him what people may think of him. He may be little, but mind it the stuff he performs dosent show he is immatured. Such freedom is what we lack for ourselves. We think too much about surroundings and what effects it would have on our nature of actions. It all ratifies us into tension and lets us feel unimportant. We act, so as to gather attraction and we fail. Initially, when I saw the little boy I too laughed along with my mates, but sooner I learnt that he wasnt performing for me or for the others. He attracts attention to teach people a lesson, a lesson to guide our thoughts freely and not be influenced by the majority. I learnt it from him. It took me time to understand, but eventually I managed. Think about it.

Sailesh.

Memories-my description

First things first..great poetry..it amazes me how our group can write so well.. i see we are all destined to get somewhere..
Its as u said memories are the ones that keep me alive and kicking..the days at lectures..the mock at teachers..copying at the exams..gaalis of my mates..rivalry of the sections..sitting at the steps..sipping tea at the backyard..talking endless crap..the dinners at places..dkch lunch..screwing up the exams..sitting together to study..organising annual functions..trying a hand at love..together at the movies..hours at the hub..betrayals,trials,heartbreaks and an infinite more..can these ever fade..
not until my grave..
love to all..
sailu..

My comments

Firstly,I just cant define the state of happiness and its opposite in a simplistic manner.. I always thought it meant differently to different ppl..and moreover its a happy and a sad fact that no one can live in the future..I have made it contrarily possible to make myself live in the present.. rather to put it, do i have a choice..there is somethin called hope which stays in the heart.. and as far as questions are concerned .. for the mere mortals and their extinction to come.. it shall cease to exist..
Have u ever thought why are we even living?? If things are so cyclical then why does life exist?? every individual is born to die, and his life is like a mere theatrical play where situations come alike to one and all in different times.. i just think everyone strives to do different things and get recognised..some achieve it, some dont.. my answer to it all is that we are born to grow.. grow as an individual.. grow in knowledge.. grow in our groups we trust in..
to all this I guess we all need to question, why is this so?? many times we fail to rise to the occasion coz we simply dont care.. or are rather afraid to fail..i retort as my friend said.. we all aint alone in the world.. and if at the end of the day..if we manage a smile over the mirror and say to ourselves that I grew and learnt.. and I changed someones life.. or I managed to keep with me things that I love.. be it people or material..then i guess u lived it for the day..
Good friends, good books and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal lifeSailu