Season of Refresh

The time of the year

When the curtain close is near

The days have begun counting

So you can start a new beginning

Stories of the days past

Will keep rewinding fast

As the dawn of the year arises

And a bundle of new hopes rises

Odd days of despair, shall

Find their wholesome pair

For memories shall dwell deep

More than what we shall keep.

Refresh, for new things await

Happiness, we shall bait

Turn the pages of the old book

Shut them, as we pull the hook

Days are metrics of time

Just as we count our own dime

Emotions are tickets for others

Ride, they can, who bothers.

But we will persevere
Until the darkness is severe
Then, we shall light the lamp
To emerge ahead as a champ!

Comments

one heck of a trip..

its not everyday that u go for a trip. but the one which we went ws very exciting.. its not evryday tht u go to a 150 km trip unplanned and all of a sudden. so in that way it was special. we experienced everything in between. 8 of us. the trip wasnt wht it became at the beginning. at the start, the idea was just to hire a vehicle and roam around the city. but when we had hired the vehicle for a day, the thoughts began swirling. bright ideas came up of what to do with the vehicle in one day.. and amongst many options put forward, the Cherai Beach near Ernakulam was the one we fixed. Started in the night of that saturday. Lots of roaming abt the places and confusions in between regarding the routes. and besides that there was this shortage of fuel. a couple of times, we just reached the petrol pump, jus when the fuel was getting over. the whole night we were driving. at abt 2:30 am we went to our friends' house on the way. now tat was a surprise 2 his mom.. then at abt early morning ...

My Book Review - The Kite Runner

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Darkness

As I sit within these walls Those thoughts, the mind recalls Craving for that cosy hand With that familiar blue band The shadows in the moonlight Search for the bright sunlight That once existed, for long Without any inhibitions, forlorn The breeze sings in midnight Though the clock waits for the light With the miles crossing by But the moon floats, as its own alibi The walks sing their ballads Out when they call, the nomads Those who belong to this world Yet, while they lie all curved Along the streets, they speak Of stories which call them a freak Smile along they do with might When others smirk at their sight Forget those who are bemoan Running behinds dreams flown Chasing peaks which are unreachable Carrying loads pretty unbearable A day shall come, long-drawn When the time will dawn Upon them with a light so bright Fight, they shall, with all their might.

Puzzled Dreams

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