Path Under The Light of Moon (part I)

Moon was high with the stars in the sky,
Was the time to wake for me to fly.

Though I loved to sleep through the night,
Was the time to make things right.

Night was not to regret for the past,
Was the time to fight at last.

Fight was not with the enemies I had,
Was the time to fight thyself back.

Reflection of myself made me realize,
I was the same since the beginning of my life;
Though was the time to conclude the facts,
From the past I had had.

Things I write are not the epic of my life,
Which brought tears for sorrow and joy;
But was the time to wipe out tears,
As I had none other dear.

Through the memories dearer that I conceive,
Never was one dearer I had receive.

These are the facts from my past,
Regret is that I am a mess,
But now was the time that I confess.

There was fun so was the pain,
But all of them directing to the same;
That time was dear that I should fear.

The story of Darkness

DARKNESS

The thick pitch darkness,

The only partner that I have,

From the day you left me alone.

It’s the time when I can hear,

The stars screaming near,

The thick pitch darkness is here.

It’s the time when I cry,

And see the tears in your eyes,

Reminds me the day when you were here.

The thick pitch darkness,

Is the one I fear?

As it’s the only time when my soul is not near.

You can be someone else’s swindler,

But you can’t shear the soul which was here.

It’s the darkness that let me feel,

I am not the one that I used to be.

Now I know why I can’t sleep,

It’s the darkness that kills my sleep.

May the sun come soon?

As you are the only mate, I presume

As you are the only mate, I presume

It’s Not Fair

It’s not fair,

You live in pain,

And let me live in vain.

It’s not fair,

You cry alone,

For the pain I endure.

It’s not fair,

You keep me apart,

Although I am your part.

It’s not fair,

You smile on a crying face,

And bring a cry on my smiling face.

It’s not fair,

The way I treat,

I am sorry for the way I did...

THE PAIN YOU FACED ALONE

Try not to recon my love,

As you will never know the depth of the love,

And I will never show the rest of my love.

Try not to hurt yourself,

As you are not the soul alone,

And I am the half of the soul you own.

Try not to take the stress alone,
As you are not meant to face alone,

And I am here to suffer the same.

Try not to bear the pain,

As you have suffered a lot,

And I am here to share the lot.

Try to be happy my love,

As you are the angle of smile,

And that brings a smile in my life.

Dare not to say goodbye again,

As you loved me the way I loved.

Although I never knew the way you did,

And never showed the way you did.

My First Poem

For My Love

No matter where you are,

Whether it's far or near.

But you will have to be there,

Everytime and everywhere.

No matter what I say,

Or what I don’t.

Always remember I am yours,

And you are mine.

There may be doubts,

There may be confutations.

But you will have to be there,

Everytime and everywhere.

Often be there brawl,

Or let it be querela.

Always remember I am yours,

And you are mine

There will be romance,

There will be tears.

But you will have to be there,

Everytime and everywhere.

And I promise to thye divine,

No matter what it is?

I will be there,

Everytime and everywhere.

friends @ GIT

Lets start with the the day of counseling; no  I think its before that I started meeting people who were eventually going to be my future friends. I think in that case I will start with this friend of mine. 
I was on the way to Bangalore for the counseling COMEDK in the train, can't remember the time and date sorry... :( It was I think afternoon me and my dad  had the great food available with the train cantering. My dad was reading a magazine and the train was as usual over crowded on the eve of counseling. There was a guy whose name I don't know was reading the new novel of Chetan Bhagat, "Three Mistakes of My Life". I borrowed that book and started reading and was almost at the climax and then some another guy came from some other compartment and said that this book is his and took that from me. I was so annoyed that I thought I would pay double the price of the book for letting me to read that book for another hour but that would have happened if I was traveling alone, not with my Dad. Rest of my journey was so boring that I cannot explain. I will leave the story of this unnamed friend of mine till the day my new college started. My first counseling was over and I had opted for IS @ GIT. Then me and my dad after having a short trip to my newly selected college at Belgaum went back home. 
Then the time for the second counseling came. Again me and my dad were back to Bangalore. One of my friend, Gunjan, from Lohardaga was here at Bangalore to attend the counseling and I was with him while I was at Kota. We met in a hotel at Majestic, Bangalore where they have taken the room to stay. There came the next guy who was to be my friend at GIT. He used to stay with Gunjan at Kota was staying at the same hotel in Bangalore. His name is Vishal Sinha. We together went for the counseling and both of us me and Vishal took CS @ GIT. As i was having reservation for Belgaum we left but Vishal stayed @ Bangalore. This was the place where we met first just by an accident and are still friends. 
Now @ GIT, I met the third guy. We were in the girls hostel for meeting the hostel warden( mine being the only chance for being inside the girls hostel... :'(....  ) This guy, Shivendra Singh, was there with his parents standing like an innocent kid who cannot even leave his mom's hand. This was his first impression on my father not on me. I knew at my heart and said to myself... Jis din akele mein milega pata chal jayega kaisa ladkha hai... And for your information I was right and anyone who has met him will agree with me. We got the same room and were told that the third room-mate was to be a Kannada kid. We were supposed to go back home as the classes were rescheduled to start in Sept.  Here one more story ends. Will come back again to this guy, but you all have to wait for a while for that. 
This time me and Vishal were coming to Belgaum. We reached the college campus around 10 in the morning and went to my room and found out that someone else was sleeping on my bed and he was not Kannada. His was from Uttar Pradesh, and his name was Vaibhav Pratap Singh. First I thought that he was my third roommate but Shiva ( as we call Shivendra by this name ) told me that he was allotted the adjacent room to us, as it was full of goods so he slept in our room. I would also like to mention that whatever I thought about Shiva was right not what my dad had thought about him. The day was Sunday and it went out arranging the room. Next day we had the inaugural function for the first year students and till the end of that day my third roommate was no where to be seen. On that day I also met another guy, he was the roommate to Vishal, Shashank Gupta. Nice kid, but he forgets the friendship when it comes to the matter of food. 

So the next day was here and I was asleep. Then Vaibhav came to the room with another guy and introduced that guy to me and Shiva. I and that new guy started laughing seeing each other and I think you all can also guess who he was by the line what I said at that moment, "Three Mistakes of My Life was awesome". His name is Uday Pratap Singh, one of my good friends @ GIT. Here, at this moment came the Kannada dude with his parents, entered the room and told to Vaibhav that he was sleeping at his place and to leave the room till noon. Me and Shiva thought that it's going to be a lot of fun with him by the way he interacted. He didn't even told his name. 
Later we went to attend the boring inaugural function. It was worse than we had thought. Then me and Shiva went to the room thinking about that Kannada guy. We were also sad to see that there were no good looking gals... :P In the evening the guy came with his parents and again started speaking English, we thought he will be teaching us little bit of Kannada; but as soon his parents left he was soo cool I can't explain. Hey I didn't tell his name; it's Vishwabhiram Holagundi Dwarkanath; ya I know it's quite a mouth-full After that moment till this day he has never ever spoken to us in English. He was only able to teach us this much of Kannada, "Kannada Illa" which means Kannada Nahin Aata; instead he learned complete Bihari and UP tone language. 

This was till the day before the beginning of our college, and I had so many friends already to rock my next 4 years of life; Vishal, Uday, Shiva, Vishwa, Vaibhav and Shashank. I will continue with rest of my college life in my next post so wait till that time as my exam is going on and there is still one shot to go.