4 years journeyA Poem by Aishwarya Sinha
The moments of all are the memories of mine
Riding the path with you all was fine Breaking the boundaries and making of bonds.. promising each other that we will keep it too long... innocence filled faces and eyes filled with dreams was tottaly bent down when we were called by seniors within they call it custom ,we call it our bad fate cantten was SHOWN AS a danger and dupattas was hanged like a v shape with intros and freshers at the end is how the seniors "the rullling "party showed thier dominance. learnindg manners was tough ,standing in a queue for food which had no end was difficult... and so with trauma and headship was how first year went.... how first year went.... 2nd year journey starts with tide,being called as a seniors was a pride hairs unfold,and jeans on waist .... made the boys hard to hold on their breath... and so the harmones grew and when satrts to fly love was in the air and so emotions touched the sky... but as the exam approached ,emotions were brought in control day and nights service satrted,when whole month parted.. we became owl for a month,and enchanted the whole syllabus... as the sem exams end ,love flew in the air again... single frown to home and did before shopppings with friends... This marked the end of the year,and another year started again yawning at home was over as the third year hovers.... book banks and libraries was our second home,regular classes made us to worke more as the time of trainign started and gropus were parted.... some complained and "y didnot u inform me" was thier only words and we tried to explain... when competiiton and jeolousy was in the way,oiling and buttering comes to play aftre all ,the third phase of love began hert dents and fights leads to pain boys became alcholic and girls showere rain But, when nothing came right freinds were companion and held them tight, storms came and went ,but last night study remains... with friends how this 3yrs went, some kept originality and some played the games... believing was difficult now.... but darkeness was needed for stars to glow.... after all after shocks....last era arrived.... fouth year was awaited COZ SENIORITY WAS PRIDE... with no classes and three subjects we felt light .…. people were different and so were the ways... some made future plans lying on thier bed some with jobs and some were in chase .... some on it jobs but still wanted the best.... alll this was a story but time had came at its end time was short and we wanted our best days could happen again. some story was left,pieces were to be mend with a ointmnent to heal,and to forgive and let the frndhip always remains.. though.. life of 4rs went out but still some moments need to sprout again ... with decisions and path,with storms and winds.... all that we crossed and lived,,,,, time of separation has came.... time for writting diaries and cherishing back the MEMORIES again... time where only memories will be left to relief our pain... time for the beautiful hearts to be sepaRATEed again.... but......... WE never thought this to be so difficult... that WE need to cover OUR tears in rain...... to say goodbyes to friends who were a family and so much meant who showed love and gifts us boque of friedhips which will always sail..... as i have been with u all,some special moments and some morose... i lived my part and had made many friends who will stand next to us whenver we are in vain ...... some thing left unsaid some thing left unread... and this is not the end.. this was a life and journey of thoughts... i could write a book and still i couldnt stop... but i need to give a beautifull end .. so that we could meet and make memories again.. © 2017 Aishwarya Sinha |
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