Sunday, June 9, 2024

The Gang of Kozhikkode

 



In Goa's embrace, where the waves softly play,

I met my dear batch mates on a sun-kissed day.

Beneath the palm's shade and a sky so clear,

New friendships blossomed, and laughter drew near.


The sea whispered secrets as we shared our tales,

With hearts wide open and spirits that sail.

From dawn's gentle light to the moon's tender glow,

In each other's company, our bonds began to grow.


My birthday dawned, a day so bright,

Celebrations sparked in the warm Goa night.

With cake and music, and dancing so free,

Joy flowed around us like the waves of the sea.


Under the stars, with smiles and cheer,

We danced through the night, holding memories dear.

The music played on, our spirits soared high,

In the magic of friendship, time seemed to fly.


As dawn painted colors across the wide sky,

We knew that the moment of farewell was nigh.

Yet in our hearts, a promise did bloom,

To meet once again, and to banish the gloom.


Though we part ways, our hearts stay entwined,

In messages and memories, our ties are defined.

Till we gather once more, another place another time,

We'll cherish these moments, so vivid, so bright.


So here's to the laughter, the dance, and the fun,

To the bonds that we've made, now tightly spun.

We'll meet again soon, under the starry skies,

Till then, dear friends, it's never goodbye.




Thursday, June 6, 2024

the unfinished

 


In shadows deep where ruins weep,

She stood alone, a heart to keep.

With calloused hands and spirit bold,

She dreamt a fort from stories old.


The stones were cracked, the beams decayed, 

Yet in her eyes, the vision stayed.

She toiled through nights, her muscles sore, 

To breathe life into dreams once more.


Against the odds, she braved the storm,

Her will a fire, her heart a norm.

Each brick she laid, each beam she set,

A testament to no regret.


The base was strong, the walls rose high, 

The fort began to touch the sky.

Yet as she worked with hope aglow,

A shadow cast a cruel blow.


They came with words and empty praise,

To steal the work of all her days.

Removed from dreams, her place denied,

She watched as strangers took her pride.


In silent grief, she stepped aside,

The fort stood tall, her silent guide.

Another's name upon its face,

Yet in its stones, her soul, her grace.


She built from ruins, heart unbowed,

Her legacy in every cloud.

For though her hands no longer build,

The fort remains, her spirit filled.





Monday, March 13, 2023

midnight musings

 



memories are all you have left
cues to the growing distance between us
hope in my heart, i smile again
but how do i mend this broken trust? 

your voice still touch my heart
the smile on that face
brightens up the faded times
thoughts of times i wish i could relive
fills my soul with a smile so bright!
i wish it's a bad dream and i wake up now
but how do i mend this broken trust? 

maybe it was a mirage
we never existed the way i perceived
maybe you are hiding an ocean from me
for reasons you believe is best for all.
i wish i could hug you one more time
but how do i mend this broken trust?