The Average Boy

An average boy
In a deep, deep thought,
Just taking love out of
His eyes----------- his heart------------ his mind;
Just dropping it in his tears,
Leading an average life.

Slow, that average boy was,
To realize that he was not up to it,
Kind, that average boy was,
To give the love he was sure no one could beat;
So he dropped his love,
So he lost his love
In the way,
Leading an average life.

He was average though
He was a great, great thinker,
And this was his one aspect
That made him divert from his "Average"-ness.
He used to search his mind,
His heart, his brain,
And never thinking of any gain,
He just let his thoughts loose,
So that he lingered and lingered
In worlds unknown,
Living in strange desires,
Full of love, peace and hopes,
Thus, living a "not-so" average life.

Happy New Year

Forget all past days
That marked the misery in life,
Forget all tears
Dropping from eyes,
Forget all failures,
All depressions,
All bitterness this past year had forced
In your life.

Keeping the songs of victory
In your mind,
Saving those moments you cherished
In this past year,
Moments that marked
The beginning of a saga
Of determined fightback and victory,
Of outbursts of joy among heaps of sadness,
Of deliberate rehearsals of smiles,
Avoiding those negative depressions,
Take a twig, pick it up from the ground
And flower a new garden;
Build a new house that covers
The naked walls of terrible disappointments,
And light
A lamp that will outshine all others,
And be happy.

Bring a smile to others' faces
And be a smiling person yourself,
And forgetting all tear,
Avoiding every fear,
Pray to GOD for
A safe, sound and
A HAPPY NEW YEAR !!!!!!!!!!

NOSTALGIC

The ringing of the bell,
In the long corridor,
The slow, hearty tune
Of the lonely afternoon,
The cosy shade of the tree
In the corner,
And
The stretched basketball court;
Being a part of the memories,
These come back, again and again,
As vivid as ever.

The smiling friends in the smiling photographs,
The running teenage races up and down the stairs,
The game that was lock-and-key,
Trying to imagine oneself in valentine pairs,
The disbelieving hunger of tiffintime robbers,
The cute, lovely faces of our fellow classmates female,
The guitar players huddled together in a class corner,
Playing a tune to depict the friendship's tale,
The patient faces of the shouting teachers,
The shouts and catcalls of the disturbing ones,
The clangs and clatters of empty tiffinboxes,
The sneaking out of classrooms if you ever get the chance,
Some brilliant always serious,
Sitting with rapt attention,
Some definitely NOT serious,
That needs a serious mention,
Some playing with their thoughts
And making a world of colour,
Some typical old daydreamers
Dreaming about girls and dollar,
Some were born only to laugh,
While others made them do so,
Some even made pens fight,
And did things many others didn't know.

These were my dear, old, school days,
These were my breath,
Those were the times which I won't forget,
Which I'll remember till my death.
But those days are gone,
Gone are the friends,
Alone I smell the old days' memories,

And brood with the only pal------------NOSTALGIA.

My First Entry

Today i went back to my school. It was a feeling i can't even describe. But my school is really a chapter of my life which is not only very important but also very, very close to my heart. That is the reason why i decided to start blogging with a topic that includes my school.

Thus, as i was saying, i went back today, to those cherished memories, to those paths i had known for ages. And i felt a surge of happiness. How those beautiful days were and how happy i used to be, living my life, without any worry, without any anxiety, only living for the sake of living which i found very enjoyable! This was the only feeling i was having from the moment i stepped inside.

Really, one can't just forget those days and i am definitely no exception!!!!!!!!!