Life's four-some - Change, School, Work & Love
#1 Closer to Closure
Over are my college days, memories their only trace.
Over is the merry phase, feeling the warmth of my
friends’ embrace.
As I go on, I realize there are too many things time
can’t erase
Too many lessons learnt gearing up for the next race
There are too many ways life manages to amaze
And too many of our dreams are worth the chase.
As I am dazed by the worldly maze
I slowly appraise the worldly plays
Something inside my mind just says
I miss those good old days, back in the good old
place
Where a part of me stays, Clinging on to the
innocent grace.
The farewell dance, the teary glance
The love, the pain, the nuisance
The hopes, the dopes, the coming out of trance
The daring stance, the fleeting chance
The harsh bursting of buoyance
The end of arrogant nonchalance,
The end of drugged romance
The dawn of fond remembrance
I'd always remember..
the hits and the misses, the crests and the troughs
the fits and the kisses, the blows and the scoffs
the laughter and the tears
the courage and its fears
the silences and the chats
the men and the brats
the good from the bad
the happy from the sad
I'd remember everything big and small
Id remember those guys
I'd remember them all
#2 Rules of College
Raising the GPA was the task well-defined
How to possibly do that beat my mind
After semesters of occasionally vying for points
Realization set in, instead settled for ‘joints’.
Hopelessly, I observed people clinging onto the
trophies
And immersed myself into accismus philosophies.
After much observation, I thought I could devise
An algorithm to achieve GPA that would surmise
In fact I came up with two methods to get to the
goal
Both I figured were detrimental to my soul.
The longer process demands perseverance and is
boring
However, the results are gratifying and leads to
high scoring
The shorter method is risky and requires more skill
With the dividends very high and providing thrill.
Attending classes regularly, pretending to pay
attention
Striving to keep the eyes open, are the first
method’s obligations
Responding to questions, jotting down lectures
You would do better acclimatizing silently to these
kind of tortures
Personalization of professors is a remunerative
option
To obtain grace marks and pre-exam suggestion
Following all these steps accurately is a
complicated procedure
But once implemented, success is sure.
The adventurous prefer the alternative approach
Not for the moral folk who are afraid of reproach
It involves scanning through the procured ‘notes’
till the last minutes
Creating coded backups of selected data in creative
cheat-sheets.
Generating manual facsimiles from people seating all
around
Reinforced with the micro-pamphlets in innovative
places never found
Might be lucky enough to be placed in between the
know-it-alls
Or propped comfortably at the corner of the hall.
Optimum combination of the two methods yield the
best results
The secret behind the exhilarating GPA exalts.
It does not matter how much you study
If you have got hold of the right buddy
My friends would know what I have to say
They suffered to learn it the hard way.
#3 Drifted into a Job
Drifted into a job, a challenging change
First day at work, obviously strange
Seduced by luxury,
'Twas impressive managed to arrange.
Tired by attire, tied with ties
Introduction to corporate, greeted with lies.
Insistent and incessant, they showered us with
lectures
Striving hard to imbibe us into their cultures
Minds to kill, souls to crush
Brains to wash, spirits to flush
Can’t really blame them, they were on a mission
To preach, to teach, align them with their vision
Consolation extravagance,
Making us oblivious of the impending doom
Time was up,
We were thrown out of our luxury rooms.
Dropped from the stars, deported to holes
Unsettling dreams, obscuring goals.
Horrific job, Congratulations to me
Sights too dark, even for me to see.
Surrounded by trash, creators of the realm
Dumbfounded by trash, constructors under helm.
Overwhelmed with brute, paradise of the brawn
The brain has lost its place, the night too long,
without dawn.
Life on the edge, literally, for too long is no more
thrilling
It’s more like being afraid, spines chilling.
Time is frozen, days repeat over and over again
Expressionless, too numb to cry out in pain.
Settling into the routine, to come, to strive, to go
Still pondering, down the line,
What happened to their lives?
They would never know.
#4 Love's Labor Lost
She was just another girl, a girl, and nothing more
But it was different, I thought; I felt something
like never before
Started out with us being friends, as is the case
with most of us boys,
When my heart cried something about love she
couldn’t hear those words
They conveniently drowned in the noise.
For too long she kept me at bay,
I turned around pretending to go away
She realized what she was going to lose
Between her heart and her ego, she knew now what to
choose.
She needed me, she called out my name
It was getting serious, no more just a game
But the spark was gone, I couldn’t feel the same.
I didn’t stop, she cried out my name again
I didn’t care; I knew I inflicted her with hurt and
pain
I drifted away, never turned around
I drifted away, till emptiness and silence were all
that I found.
For a long time I kept myself busy,
Remembered her when I was down and dizzy
What would have happened if I had looked behind;
Would I have run back to her?
Would I have changed my mind?
I know I’d do anything to change the past
But I know that the plot’s been written, the
characters cast
It is impossible to change the past.
As I lie now on my bed all alone
I think I had always known
You can’t really attribute your misfortunes to fate
Life is all about not having to regret.
