It’s the story when I wasn’t wise, It’s the story of my sunrise
It’s the story when I went to my platform to rise…
Sighs were full of fear, eyes were full of tear
When my dad stepped away from his dear….
When I turned back, it was a crowd unknown
And somebody was standing to hold me in this city alone…
I called him friend, who just made me forget every sorrow in a second
the person who was always there for me, whenever I looked & bent...
Slowly but furiously, I adapted my life in a freak group of friends
Even clouds and sky were watching my growing movements...
the person who was always there for me, whenever I looked & bent...
Slowly but furiously, I adapted my life in a freak group of friends
Even clouds and sky were watching my growing movements...
Jumping over the head of warden in wee hours, wandering on streets in nights like strays
Those were my ‘D-Hostel’ days, when I started living my life in many ways…
But don’t know how one year passed, and after many rumors & humors, finally our exam results came
And it broke my group in a moment, like extinction of a twinkling flame…
Once again it was an all new class, new faces were everywhere
Yes it was my second year, when I proposed someone after having one full bottle of beer…
The reply was very usual; you know the girls are little bit cruel
But now I was left with nothing, just two exams-critical…
My love always remained parallel with me, but she always pretended dejected of all
Finally it’s all end up after 2 years, and again I was left with nothing just one more exam-critical…
Time flew like fierce flow of air, and somehow I reached in final year
And again I re-discovered the lost meaning of friendship in my flow of tear…
I got new friends, my flat-mates like my big brother
A friend sometimes like my elder sis, and sometimes like my lover…
A friend who always supported me financially by his loan
A friend who never felt bad, whenever I teased her all alone…
I’ll miss my 4-years old blanket, I’ll miss this evergreen back-market
I’ll miss my 4-years old blanket, I’ll miss this evergreen back-market
I’ll miss you all, I’ll miss these years of my life that I got in this memorable-packet…
Now with wet eyes just wanna say…
O’ my friend, “Just hold this moment, just hold my breath, I don’t wanna go anywhere”
“But If you’ll go, then promise to re-live these moments again, again with me somewhere”
It was the story when I wasn’t wise, It was the story of my sunrise
It was the story when I went to my platform to rise…
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