TOUGH TIMES

The vintage way of leisure,

Turns out to be a very great treasure,

This gives us a sense of pleasure,

Beyond the limits of measure.

 Busy with the prosaic fight,

Trying to do something right,

Tackling the usual fright,

Making our goals go out of sight.

The act of cheering is so tough,

When everything around is so rough,

Indulging in the play of bluff,

Messing around with all our stuff.

When the love ones take the lead,

This is the time that we heed ,

This is the help that we need,

Unconditional without the greed.

 Once the battle of life is won,

We strive for the longer run,

Confidence within is measured in ton,

The wheel of fortune is again spun.

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MISSING SOMETHING

 

Leaving for home ,

Changing the tone,

Felt something was missing ,

That I got,

As if someone was lost.

For the friends i fought,

Today I had a thought,

Those were the missing ones,

Whose loyalty can be measured in tonnes.

The college galleries I traversed,

the couples equation that reversed,

those meaningless discussions,

sharing our dreams and aspirations.

The mental pressure of brutal exams,

Counting of pages to be studied with our palms,

Those cries related to the course,

Getting notes from all possible source.

Will miss those witty chats on watsapp,

And deleting the matter which we consider as crap,

Entering a new world for a bit sometime,

Where friends are secondary and family is prime.

Waiting for the time to return to the place,

Where our activities decides our grace or disgrace,

Filled up lappies at the time of leaving,

And countered friends with false weeping.

But a big bad wolf awaits before that,

That is the result of every carefree brat,

That season of marks will soon be back,

Before that let me sleep and do a bit relax.

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