THOSE COLLEGES DAYS

INTO THE POEM:
This isn't one of my poem. The poem was composed by one of my closest colleagues named SARAL DAS.
The poem speaks about the our College life. Its a lucid poem with the sense of deep inner college life at our STEWART SCIENCE COLLEGE.

To gain some useful knowledge,
We made our way to the college,
We were trying our best to tackle,
Just like young ones learning how to cackle.
We came to know tat life is full of struggles,
And if we don't work hard,
We will be mere empty bubbles.






We were taught to live our dreams,
To chase it till the fast extremes.
We made new friends, We made new trends,
We hope this friendship never ends.
We left the rest, we gave our best,
Preparing ourselves to taste the test.




And those teachers whom we knew,
They were quite popular among quite few,
They helped us rectify our mistakes,
No matter how long it takes,
And when we used to bunk our classes,
Playing football and breaking glasses.




And when we used to get caught,
We utilized the plans that our Seniors taught,
We formed new friends,
And made a gang,
And the just went on bang - bang.
We sang, We danced, We clapped,
And on few occasions we were slapped.
And of all those days and those fun,
Will those days ever come?
We want some more time, some more fun,
Though we know that time and tide waits for none.






                                          -SARAL DAS.

THE SCAR OF MY LIFE

INTO THE POEM:
The poem speaks about my immortal love for a star whom I call "RIZA".
The poem beautifully describes the unparallel feelings of  love to her.

RIZA

Beneath the heavens lie thou my star.
I sight thou nigher but thy art too far,
Thou sparkle the faint black night like a reddish star,
Thou are my heart my and a vivacious avatar,


I scribed any sword on a scraggy wood,
To paint my love for you,
My love for you is a love too new,
But my love is a love by few.


I quest for  you on each cool and quiet affair,
By lodging any soul on a rocking chair,
And rem my twine paired eyes here and there,
Until I spot you with petite despair.


Deep in my core I perceive an opaque pain,
When the clouds eclipse you with their silvem train,
And when they scorn as euphoric rain,
All my exults deject as if a tumultuous drain.


I envy ARORA for her twilight glore,
And for her secluding me from your adore,
Tell me "RIZA" and make me sure,
Should I wait or just end my futile score.



Down on earth where betrayers thrive,
Me and my mortal heart lone survive,
And when on earth your kisses arrive,
I pray to HIM that our immortal love dealt alive.

MY WHISPERS WITH THE WIND

INTO THE POEM: The poem is just like a brush with nature.
I am addressing my feelings to the wind.
Every line of the poem speaks of a inexperienced imagination.
In this poem, the cloud is personified with his walk, As a fighter, As a sensation blowing my hair, As  mother giving birth, As a killer, As a singer, As a a one-sided lover of the cloud and last as a painter.
The poems is a perfect blend with personification and imagination.
Just have a read and fest your soul with a handsome poem.

Beyond the green lump of forests,
And beyond the mystic glow,
I feel your refreshing fragrance,
As you kiss me by your swift flow.


Thou walk unravelling the glory of sand dunes,
And turn the soil rich in flavor,
When budding flowers and the leaves,
Dance to your viscous tune.


Not only in darkness but in light,
I watch you fight with a dumb kite,
And also at times a i watch you dance with a flag,
When you crawl upon me with parabolic long flight.


Thou wave my hair with a virgin touch,
As if a jumping mane on a horse's neck,
I feel your lips when upon me you move,
And compel me comb my mane with my natural clutch.


Thou evolved the trees without a birth,
As you scrolled your leg upon our earth,

And pollenized the flowers with ample try,
And whispered the blooming birds the sense of fly.


Thou even play the games of death,
As you sneeze within your breath,
And grudge humans with a pool of tears,
And toxicate their lives with a dungeon of fears.


Still i enjoy the way you sing and whistle,
When you screech the leaves as you hustle,
And pull the screens blocking your way,
And squeeze the branches against their nay.


Within your heart, thou endure the pain of a disbalanced love,
And follow the steps of your beloved cloud,
And dry & wipe off her tears,
When the thunder as her man, slaps her loud.


Thou beautifully paint upon the barren lands,
When you push the leaves down their stands,
Thou brush the pests upon the twigs,
And harvest the dead woods with the fluffy wigs.


I wish I could be one, just like you,
And fuse the things unheard and new,
And touch my "RIZA" as to her i fly,
And release my heart from hers patent cry.