Tuesday, December 25, 2007


The sound of class,
The bench with names and faces,
The smell of the maroon sweater
Worn all thru winter with
just a few washes in between...

The innocence of thought
And the naivity of reason,
The eternity of hope,
The insane, expectant season...

The smell of Mocha,
The strawberry hukka, to be precise;
The silver earring with maroon stone
The soft grey section-C t-shirt,
The evenings in the park...

The moment that is now
Has just lost its recency:
Each second is entering into the past.
The present, if there is anything like that-
Is long gone even before you realise-



The Tentacles of Thought said...

3 years more and Ill hav the same state of mind...currently I aint missin collg......

Gauri Gharpure said...

it's not jus abt college, but a lot of other things.. :)

though m glad u cud relate the good times u spend in ur college with these lines...

also, abt the No wheelchair post, guess u and me r just plain lucky... it's not uncommon, but it's something to be thankful for- to ve witty, hale and hearty ol' grannies still to guide us..

zahid said...

you are churning out very cute ones!!! You will go with this i guess for quite some tiem... a few months back i too was obsessed of poems but now...i dont feel like writing them much...keep firing while the gunpowder lasts...I meant keep writing while the will lasts!!

featherbone said...

LOVE the use of 'gone' as a rhythym through the piece. AND how it ties the entire theme together.!

Gauri Gharpure said...

thnks baruk.. and i also saw u blogrolled this one.. Thnks!! :)