The Last Walk

As I made my way towards the deadly gallows,

The dark world of mine seemed murkier.

My last walk through the gloomy corridor,

Instilled in my heart, panic and fear.

Death was commanded to visit my soul,

In return of the seventeen I had exterminated.

My profession didn’t involve a bit of emotions,

Never was I depressed, Never was I elated.

At sunset, the walk took me to the spot,

Surrounded by high walls, I was forced to bend.

Dusk’s never more horrifying, when you know,

By nightfall, your life is going to end.

Destroying God’s creations was criminal,

The reason of my doom, as I was told.

What’s questionable was the allowability of this,

Legal act, of executing another formation of His mould.

The executioner though, was kind enough,

To ask me, make the last wish of this life.

Without much pondering upon, I made my word,

To close my eyes, with a glimpse of my wife.

She was before me, half an hour past,

Wearing a sorry look on her face.

I confronted her with a fading smile,

Typical of a person who has lost his ways.

Quarter of an hour, was the span,

My heart was further allowed to beat.

The assassin had an eye fixed on his watch,

To stain his shirt with red, that now was neat.

I didn’t utter a single word,

Neither did her lips show any interest.

Our hearts conveyed our emotions,

Right from the base to the crest.

Time slipped away, resembling sand,

Enclosed in the tight grasp of my hands.

She was asked to step aside and make way,

For the Death to conquer my lands.

The assassin had a sense of accomplishment,

As he released the bullet that pierced my chest.

My vision faded, but I could sense her teardrop,

Soothing my wound, as my core eased to rest.

Autobiography of a Droplet

Swiveling around the tornado’s core,

Devastating a low-lying Mediterranean shore,

Busy he was, composing the demolish-lore,

Standing tall, the size of a sponge’s pore.

 

Imbibed in from the West Wind, they say,

She was curvy and glossy in her day(s),

Spell-bounded, by her charm, he lay,

Sensations in his heart, he never could portray.

 

Congregating his emotions, he took the first step,

Stunned at the outset, in ecstasy, she wept,

On a white Caribbean cloud, the atmosphere was pep,

As they tied the knot, pledged vows to be kept.

 

It was a chilled-out shivering windy night,

The cloud, they say was no longer white,

A thunderous flash, and there was light,

What followed for them, was the end of flight.

 

They collated, a consequence of the latter,

And dropped down, way on a rocky matter,

What seemed like another splitter-splatter,

Rendered them into tiny shatter(s).

 

Amidst those showers, that deafening burst,

Budding from the shatters, I breathed my first,

Soaked up by the mighty rock to quench his thirst,

Clutching onto mum’s back, not it was the worst.

 

Days of percolation down the livid alley,

Squeezing in and out, for the perfect tally,

On a rowdy terrain reminiscent of a rally,

Conclusively footing, on the foot of the valley.

 

Gushing out of a thin crevice, much of a fight,

Out of the gloom, much there was light,

Canopy above, Rocks underneath, majestic sight,

Uncertainty in every step, a tentative plight.

 

As the falls came, dad’s grasp entrenched trust,

Fumbling and Tumbling over the rocks’ crust,

The descending push, the ascending thrust,

Day in, night out, continuity was a must.

 

When abruptly, the vibrations they fade,

The vivacious blue, turned the perilous jade,

Hush before the storm, tranquility before the raid,

Triggered by the murky winds, the flow strayed.

 

Came the ruthless Niagara, the flow became turbulent,

Turmoil and Commotion, in the winds that were silent,

Harmony and order, turned chaotically belligerent,

To merge with the mist above, some of us did bent.

 

Lucky ones they were, rose up towards the unflustered sky,

Under the sweltering sun, in a reservoir, we were left to dry,

Got separated from my folks, had barely a moment to cry,

As to a pipeline I made my way, entitled “City water Supply”.

 

Mystically spontaneous, a flow it was,

Without a hustle, or a transformational pause,

Evolve, it did, for the shoddier cause,

Ridiculously monotonic, with a no-return clause.

 

Traversing across pipelines, one valve to another,

From flush-tanks, the appalling flows, did bother,

Stead of letting free, they recycled rather,

The caged bird I am, with a missing feather.

 

Hope, is a good thing, the best of things,

I hope to break out of these vicious rings,

Moisten the golden sand, as the white wave sings,

Sail over the blue Pacific, the flight without wings. 

To Communiqué

As we step on a new path, a new horizon beckons our way.

Pocketing in our hearts the memories, as they portray,

Communiqué, a family it has been, till the dawn of the day,

Some-things you just can’t speak, leave them to your heart to say.

A new day shall adorn us all, A new Sun is set to rise,

On the very same horizon, we bounded to those unbreakable ties.

To the very same horizon, the journey is yet to suffice.

As we shall encircle, and meet again, to relive and rejoice.

Family - the word perfectly describes my association with Communiqué.

I'll echo Nidhi's lines - "Communique is the best thing that has

happened to me in Kgp". I'd like to thank the governors and the

conveners for giving me this Golden opportunity to lead the society. I

pledge to never let the society down. I take this opportunity also to

thank all the secys, for being such a fabulous team, as we were.

Really enjoyed those meetings, workshops and treats with all of you.

The above verses are intended primarily for the conveners passing out.

We shall meet again - Phir milenge chalte chalte. :)

Wrapping up,

I'd like to thank Nidhi for all those Communique-sento lines,

I'd like to thank the conveners for those uncountable treats,

I'd like to govs for developing such a close bond with all of us,

and last but not the least, thank the secys for completing the best

team I have ever been with...

PS : Special mention to Sonal...my first and only Kgp crush...:P

Thanks for not hitting me whenever I used to confess this... :D :P

DEVOID

 

My life has been nothing but black,
spanning the past fifteen years,
devoid of shades and spontaneity,
much composed of monotony and tears.

 

I can still very well recollect,
the red anger on my father's face,
the moment he got to know,
it was by cheating, I won my first race.

 

I can still very well feel,
the warmth of orange in my mother's hug,
that enabled me to draw every little bit of love,
in her heart for me, in a single tug.

 

I can still very well imagine,
the mystique charm of green in my eyes,
an afternoon nap in the nature's lap, on,
the soft lush grass, amidst numerous birds’ cries.

 

I can still very well visualize,
the infinite expanses of blue in my view,
standing on the shore, facing the sea,
its vastness becomes visibly true.

 

Had he not been my very own brother,
had I not accepted punishment for his crime,
my life wouldn't have been monotonously black,
but filled with vibrant colours and the sounds of chime.

SHADOW OF THE FAIL

One of my favourite songs till date.....

LP's "SHADOW OF THE DAY"

I close both locks below the window

I close both blinds and turn away

Sometimes solutions aren't so simple

Sometimes goodbye's the only way

And the sun will set for you

The sun will set for you

And the shadow of the day

Will embrace the world in grey

And the sun will set for you

In cards and flowers on your window

Your friends all plead for you to stay

Sometimes beginnings aren't so simple

Sometimes goodbye's the only way

And the sun will set for you

The sun will set for you

And the shadow of the day

Will embrace the world in grey

And the sun will set for you

And the shadow of the day

Will embrace the world in grey

And the sun will set for you

And the shadow of the day

Will embrace the world in grey

And the sun will set for you

Now, here's the one composed by your's sincerely, dedicated to the ridiculously pathetic grading in Mechanical Engineering, IIT Kgp.

My own "SHADOW OF THE FAIL"

I close both eyes in pain and anguish

I close both lips my marks they say

Sometimes passing is not so simple

Sometimes SQ’s the only way

And the grades will set for you

The grades will set for you

And the shadow of the fail

Will embrace the sinking trail

And the grades will set for you

Red slashes and crosses on your scripts

Your friends all leave but you do stay

Sometimes scoring is not so simple

Sometimes SQ’s the only way

And the grades will set for you

The grades will set for you

And the shadow of the fail

Will embrace the sinking trail

And the grades will set for you

And the shadow of the fail

Will embrace the sinking trail

And the grades will set for you

And the shadow of the fail

Will embrace the sinking trail

And the grades will set for you

For, those who happen to read this post, and fortunately or unfortunately don't happen to be associated with IIT Kharagpur, for them this is to tell, that SQ (Summer Quarter) happens to those who happen to score F (i.e. Fail), a not-so-happening occurrence happening quite often to the Mechers of KGP.... :P

PS : "THE FAIL" refers to the grade F....

Destined to….

When life’s certainty rolls out with the outcome of a dice,

When, three bullets, is the upper margin of your life’s price,

When, death is a regular visitor at the doorsteps of your soul,

You flee to the shelter of memories, waiting for the war to suffice.

 

The memories of my caring mother, life rendered her smile sealed,

The pessimist she became, after optimism showed no yield.

The memories of my beloved father, who, before in this world,

I could, my first, breathed his last in a battlefield.

 

The memories of my adorable wife, whom I left on her delivery night,

For ten months, kept away, has she been, from my sight.

The to-be-memories of my charming daughter, hasn’t yet arrived,

Whose charisma, to my eyes, owing to my plight.

 

Eventually the war got over, my demise, I was able to evade,

Being a survivor, I was promoted to a higher grade,

There was much to lament upon, but instead,

I set for home, not giving my memories, any chance to fade.

 

The journey to me, seemed longer than the war,

As I was rejoicing about having won the battle without a scar.

But, compared to the pain in my heart, from my brothers’ death,

This joy definitely wasn’t even close to be at par.

 

The very joy, soon, though, ceased to exist,

As my feelings of homecoming got clouded over by mist,

An earthquake struck my town, I was told on the way,

Till now, an unexpectedly smooth sequence, now had in it, a twist.

 

Adding to the grievances of the war, I had to suffer a greater pain,

The thought of a family reunion was nothing but an effort in vain,

If it wasn’t me separated from them, they were separated from me,

Destiny just can’t be contained, to which, the oddest of causes may pertain.

This, pretty much guess-able, is the story of a soldier who fights off his death, using the pleasant memories prevalent in his heart. The war he won, the "Death" he defeated, but his "Destiny" he couldn't evade. If it wasn't for him departing, his memories departed....

Not just another IITian….

Four years of perspiration, followed by forty of wellbein’.

How, I first confronted with JEE, this was.

Were detached, my extra acads, from my routine,

This for me definitely wasn’t worth the cause.

 

Back then, in my ninth grade, I was barely thirteen,

With the video games deep-embedded in my mind,

And the involvement in TV, that was more than keen,

Had to part with them, with the books, had to bind.

 

With TV and video games ejected out of my life,

My life didn’t feel like living anymore.

But, never did I fall short of the spirit to strife,

The ability to deviate from studies, still in my core.

 

Quite evident in my tenth board exams, was the same,

As I could manage a petty sixty one.

No longer was home, the place for my game,

As for Kota, I packed up, on the tip of my dad’s gun.

 

For they thought of it as the last resort,

Counting on the place to change their son’s stance.

That didn’t either serve the purpose, by any sort,

The books still stacked in the shelf, longing for a first glance.

 

If equaling some variable ‘x’, were the distractions at home,

The number there was more than ‘x cube’.

I became a victim of the excessive deviation syndrome,

As I returned to my former love, the TV’s picture tube.

 

Making mockery of the mock tests was something,

I was slowly but steadily getting used to.

When suddenly came JEE, without a ping,

Why so serious, was the attitude, when we already have two.

 

All went smooth till the D-day arrived,

It was exactly what I had supposed it to be,

My name didn’t show up amongst those qualified.

But, I could feel myself being separated from me.

 

As all my buddies got a step further,

And me, the sole and the lone one, left out,

For the first time, my mind began to bother,

As I pledged to changing myself, from being such a lout.

 

My books were finally out of the rack,

And for once the nerdy in me, sprung out.

Eight months of mugging, it took for success to unpack,

The transformation yielded good, no doubt.

 

Pledges are meant to be broken,

I pledged on the first day of college.

But, to the nerdy, as a ‘Thank You’ token,

I mustered up the courage, to open the first page.

 

All I could find was a bundle of illogical stuff,

Pertaining from an assumption, pointing to the same.

The professor’s word seemed nothing but a senseless puff,

Didn’t take me long to realize, time to change the game.

 

Though lost hold of TV, new love sprung up in the LAN,

Couldn’t stay much apart from my machine.

Didn’t mind staying secluded from my clan,

As long as the isolation wasn’t devoid of that golden screen.

 

And here I stand, after four years in IIT,

The logic that once was, is out of my thought.

My scorecard, it reads five point three,

And me, proudly, a stand-out in the lot.

This is just a fiction. And never ever confuse this character with me. I have a decent CGPA of 8.4.... [:D]