This I composed (actually just jotted it down) after the boring last peroids we had in DPS RKP and used to sleep all the while..that day was, but special...
THE TRIGGERS AND THE MURMERS

Five minutes to go
And the class will be over
The teacher will go
The teacher will come
We were here, we’ll be here
Our fingers will work
We’ll keep on writing
And the hell will be done.
Then sleep will arrive
And we will welcome it
It will carry us away into a dreamland
With beautiful girls,
In a beautiful land
The lecturer will now wake us up
Or the seatmate, as usual,
Being jealous of our fun moments
Everyone wants to sleep
But, ah! It offers a cost.
Pay for not listening to the teacher
The next time you are waken up
The teacher has gone
The teacher has come
We were here, we’ll be here
Again the lectures.
Five minutes from now,
The school is going to be over
Same old thoughts
Coming in the way
See you school, the next day

I had the so called 'big' fight with my very good friend and while he was sitting infront of me,it was around 3 am in the morning...i was all screwed up with the usual tensions of exams ahead...the window was open,and there was cool air which touched my senses..and i came up to this thing...

LONELY HIGHWAY

Early Saturday morning, one day
I was out of dreams, into reality
I was gasping here and there
For my soul mate to appear from nowhere
The highway, I could not see
And I felt I was the only traveler
Maybe some had already found out till then
Others too busy for a thing like that
I kept walking as a poor man
With vision unclear, but mind all set
I found with surprise, a passer by
He said he comes here often
But only to realize what he has lost
I stopped after a few unsatisfied miles
And gave a thought
I could see well what I had lost
Not once, but twice
One was bounded by faith and destiny
And the other by chance
But I didn’t repent for what I had tried
Though I succeeded,
It was just for a while
It seemed I was desperate
So I ran another time
It was yet again, unsatisfied mile
And soon I realized that
I will keep walking
On this lonely highway

It is the outcome of my spending the entire childhood in a boarding school,because of which there is always a gap between the two of us,its not the generation gap,but of course..it is something beyond that.....

A DATE WITH MY MOTHER

Silly guy, I lost the opportunity
To know my mother Since birth,
Understanding her was part of my problem
Understanding myself was the real beginning
Since then I was carried from the outer world
Towards my fate and destiny
At an early age, I became a boarder
This widened the gap between us
Long after months,
I used to come home
To sit, relax and enjoy life
I could never communicate with her
We kept laughing and spending together
But all I knew was that,
I was going away from her;
Some things come as disgrace
Eighteen years and still strangers!!
When I spend time with my girlfriends
I realize the importance of exchange of feelings
Today when I have jumped into the outer world I feel
something is still missing in my life
I ask myself, why I can’t talk to her
There doesn’t comes an answer
And when I think of a date with my girlfriends
It flashes in my mind time and again
That the future is yet to come
All I have to plan things out
starting from the very beginning
But when the fear strikes again
I couldn’t wait thinking about,
A date with my mother
So that I know her well
Before farewell!

It is a very special poem for someone very very special...composed in 2008...when all I came to know that I really know her not....isn't that strange?

WE’LL BE STRANGERS

Enough for this girl now
Who’s setting new goals for me
Each time I see her
I feel it
I know her not
Who is she?
Keeping me on my toes,
Burning my desires
Just to talk to her
And then,
When things don’t turn out
She isn’t with me
Only to console when time runs
And leaving behind when its dark
Why the hell my heart beats for her
When she doesn’t care my heart beat
Many a times
She has been a good friend
And every time we have been strangers
The thing is that,
I keep looking her
And sometimes,
Her eyes see me too
We look at each other
An exchange of thoughts
Then there’s a smile
The way again
I love her not?
Or does she like me?
I don’t know
But there’s a certainty
That we will be
Strangers.