Tuesday, May 6, 2008

The place I’ll miss the most…


Woh pehli baar, college mei aana

Wahan pe aake, usse bekar kehlana,

Woh canteen ko dekh ke, hairan ho ke kehna,

Kya humme abhi, yahan hai padna…?




Woh pehli baar, lecture mei bethna,

Aage peche sabko, ajeeb se ghoorna,

Phir sirf dil mei, khud se hi sochna,

Kya humme 4 sal yahan hai rehena…?




Subah college aake, lecture mei bethna,

Pehle hafte baad, phir kabhi nah karna,

Submission ke waqt, har jagah daudna,

Phir sochna, kya mujhe yehi hai karna…?




Woh results ka await-ment, din bhar karna,

Woh pehli KT, phir ghar ja ke rona,

College ko aur khud ko, phir gaali dena,

Phir khud ko bolna, next time aur hai padna..!!




Woh ladkiyon ke peche, pura lattu hona,

Unse bateen karne ke, naye tariken dhudna,

Phir aakhir mei jake, pata lagana,

Woh toh samajhti thi, khud ko tumhari behna…!! L




Woh college festival, mei participate karna,

EXTC ke pechide, slogans bolna,

Woh bio sucks, woh comps hai bhalta,

Woh tug or war me, logo ko hospital pahuchana..!!




Woh Jabarzasti notes sirf anna se hi lena,

Aur phir usse hi mistakes, ke liye gaali dena,

Woh exams aur viva, ke liye sabke saath padna,

Lekin Exams mei phir bhi, kuch aur likhna.




Woh IV ka preparation, jo hai exams se jyaada,

Wahan pe sone ko, paap kehlana,

Woh bekar ke betmatlab, afwaa fehelana,

Unka blame fir, bechare yadav pe dalna.




Woh hatred towards proffesors, who choes ka paida hona,

Woh serious fights, jinka koi matlab na hona,

Sirf ego clash, par kissi ka na maanana,

“Ki galti toh aakhir, dono ki hai na…”




Woh din bhar sirf, Cricket hi khelna,

Woh sabko batting balling, dono k liye rona,

Woh aankh bandh kar ke, bat ghumana,

Woh watchmean ka daat ke, sabko bhagana…




Woh anne ke lectures, mei GHAR PE karna,

Woh bekar me class mei, 1/2 chillana,

Woh sayal ke lectures, mei full attendance hona,

Devesh ko chood ke, kisi ka dhyan na dena..!!




Woh canteen mei beth ke, 2 ghante baad puchna,

“Aaj lectures saren, bunk karenge na..?

Woh kunal ki Chaddi, woh Nikil ke galiyan,

Woh anna ko baar baar, Cutting k liye kehna…




Woh saren assignments, ko copy karna,

Kabhi kabhi toh, utna bhi nah karna,

Woh term tests, jisme sabko hai copy karna,

Lekin term work marks, sirf Dipti ko hi aana..




Woh last year, mei totally badalna,

Woh serious hona, woh job dhundna,

Woh project work, jo ki bahar se karna,

Woh last time, fir padai karna…




Woh last sem mei, nostalgic hona,

4 saal k yaaden, taaza hojana,

Woh class fotos, woh class videos,

Aur yeh sab dekh ke, fir almost rona….




Yeh baten kabhi na bhulenge hum,

Yeh 4 saal saal ab lagte hai kam,

Chahe jahan bhi hum jayenge iske baad,

Yeh college aur dost, har waqt aaenge humme yaad…!!

Saturday, March 22, 2008

Place named paradise

Few miles away from home,

There’s a place very nice,

People call it Watumull,

I call it Paradise.


Few miles away from home,

When I travel to that place,

Life feels like a song,

That’s loaded full of happiness and grace.


Few miles away from home,

The see breeze speaks,

And the setting sun tells me,

Please stay here for a few weeks.


Few miles away from home,

Where my friends and I meet,

Even the worst miseries and sorrows,

Seem like a welcome treat.


Few miles away from home,

Where even in the night,

When we shut our eyes,

We hear laughter and delight.


Few miles away from home,

Exists that dreamland of bliss,

Where all grief is forgotten,

And all hardships are amiss.


Few miles away from home,

Even failure is a cheer,

As it gives you a chance,

To stay for another year.


Few miles away from home,

Is that place, which gets me higher,

For it to be a part of me forever,

Is all that I desire.


Few miles away from home,

Is a place which, till I die,

Whenever I remember it,

I shall definitely cry.


Few miles away from home,

There’s a place very nice,

People call it Watumull,

I call it Paradise.