Live the way you love,
love the way you live,
the pretty moments ,
the gurgling incidents,
the sniggering narrations,
of the liveliest enjoyments,
the unknown expectations,
continuous fairer sex iterations,
and then its popped out situations,
which later become source of entertainments.
The time you have spent with vodka,
to vent out your frustations,
to bring out your emotions,
this is what the life is,
life without all these,
is just no way close to,
what actually life is.
The time comes when
you are out of the coll"age",
there would be no such friends to get engaged ,
you and your solitude ,
would be your companions,
and your life would be a one dimensional array,
with office and home its elements.
because when you are far of friends,
your are in trans, an unexpected vaccum,
starving for the friends,
occasionally sobbing for them,
sharing philosophy, expressing emotions, experiences,
when you meet them after a long time.
Now comes the fairer sex element in your life,
you work hard for the girl you have liked,
but when you realize she is no more in touch with you,
you think of when & where did you met her first,
get complacent with what you had in the past,
regretting, why do time runs out so fast,
and again think of the moment,
that when did you met her last.
Life just happens this way,
some things goes your way,
and most of the things the other way,
but see the life with a view of an optimist,
to live the life to its fullest.
8 comments:
something so realistic and apt to the current situation of a tragic bid to college life tht stirs up the sweetest ofour memories
nice verses but small mistakes grammatically
nice work
A true explanation of the present situation,giving an whole account of the memories we carry out to our future.
These lines really make anyone think about their own old times and the ones ahead.
gurthukosthunnayiee.... gurthukosthunnaieeee...
good attempt to express d feelings of ny student while bidding off to collage lyf.....vry true to d collage lyf of most of us!!!!....keep goin buddy...!!!!!
hi a great poem from ur side ,asn thanks for visiting my blog and u r probably right i did juggle between things and options i had and finally i am in iitb ,and dropped iimk
and i had to comment here bcoz did not have ur email
True story
Time just flies when you're at Coll*age*...
And that age is almost completed :(
I wanna be a kid again :D
its good
nostalgic
its good
keep it up buddy u became a poet lovely verses rythemic too and very well described, think u wont forget ur vodka experiences kya ha ah ah anyways a refreshing blog da keep it up
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