I MISS MY GUY

It is not bout the talks,
It is not bout the evening walks;
It is not bout the warmth of a hug;
It is not bout the crazy bug;
but it is bout what we call the inability to meet..

Yes,it used to be an instant call,
Whenever I needed you,you were there for all;
For the world around me the issue is not a hype,
Coz..I get to see you through skype;

I remember you at my every juncture,
And so I am writing this down in the eco lecture;
Whenever it rains and I wanna have a pakora on bike,
Its only those moments and you who strikes;

Sometimes I fail to cope up with my mind,
And its your voice around me I find,
Whatever comes out from me,its you,
Even though we talk so much,for me the mins will always be few;

You know its always truth from me and never a lie,
Only I know how much I miss my guy;
No matter what,I will give this phase a try,
As I write this,there's a tear in my eye...

AND HE WENT ON SHOUTING....

The roads were all deserted,
Not a single soul to witness
The sirens of the vans could be heard,
Checking the city for a test of fitness.

The children were not playing in the streets,
The sweet shops had no charm;
everything was dark and deep,
With our saviors holding guns and arms.

The woman was crying in pain,
With relatives praying to the Almighty,
All ways of convincing the guard went in vain;
His husband waited in anxiety.

The joy of becoming a father,
Fathomed by her sufferings of labor;
This curfew that has brought it all,
With a gynae just in neighbor.

Her situation was critical,
And the risks were high,
With every cry of hers;
He gave a sigh.

Finally it happened,
That a new life was born,
But with this new light;
The source was gone.

Her husband was happy,
With tears in his eye;
What is this bloody law and order,
That my heart had to die.

He came out with revenge on his mind,
People with weapons,shouting at him he could find;
His closed his fist and gave the guard a punch,
The black commodore stepped ahead,shot him dead and alas a sound of 'CRUNCH'.

The troop came and looked at everything;
And went on shouting "DECORUM.....DECORUM".

THE PLANET CALLED NIRMA- A TRAVELOGUE SO FAR

When I entered this beautiful place, And saw the professors with ‘decorum’ written on their face.
I said “NO ESHA, how will you survive?”
In the pool of studies how will you dive.
The schedule was rigouros and just insane,
And by the end of the day I would crash down to pain;
But hey, with two months gone by,
For every assignment I still say “WHY”;
Even if I am late as per the classroom clock,
The moral is that the place really rock.
If some of you still don’t find the idea fine,
Just read carefully some of the next lines.



When you find people tuning into the guitars, Away from the mad world and fast racing cars; When you see them chilling out in masti mode, Welcome to NIRMA-A Heaven Abode; With people so intelligent and sexy,
NIRMAYANS are the best in whole galaxy,
With minds so great and hearts so pure,
For every problem we have a cure,


Dont mess with us, we are not that straight,
Though we bunk classes, but one day we'll be great;
The talent in the campus is just so much,
You must have never encountered such,
A saga of creativity with business sense,
Can handle every mood cool or tense;
May the bells of our success chime always,
Against the destiny we may carve our ways.
Whatever we may be, a Stallion, Pirate or a Titan, Or a Czar or a Bison, The common factor is that we all belong to NIRMA!!

I AM YOUR CONNECTION

Loads of people waiting for me,
some paying for it and some travelling for free;
Every person wants to have a race,
When I carry them, I can read their face.

I have seen some of you sad,
and some of you crying.
I have seen you all mad,
and some of you on the verge of dying.


A group of people going for a wedding,
With all their bag, baggage and bedding;
A boy eager to meet his love;
He wishes he could fly and be a dove.


A mother who is going to meet her son far away,
And will be there with him in a day;
A father going to see a boy for his daughter,
And a man taking a goat for Id to slaughter.


I have seen a thief snatching a chain,
The children shouting when I pass near the lane;
I have seen a lot of blood and people abusing me,
And saying ‘Why did we ever catch you in a spree?’

I keep on striving towards my destination;
I have the nerves of steel and not driven by emotions.
This is the difference between me and you all;
I hereby give you a clarion call.

I am a TRAIN,
Like you, I can’t enjoy the rain.
You all are going ahead in the race of being practical,
you are no more humans, rather too tactical.

Be what you were before,
Life has so much at its galore;
I know what you were and what you are,
I am a train, I AM YOUR CONNECTION

THE QUEST OF MY SOUL

Why was I born?
Amidst my thoughts I am torn;
Was it to cram my school books,
Or was it to learn the latest looks.
I am stuck in this loophole;
this is the quest of my soul.


Why was I born?
I think while watching a movie and eating corn,
Was it to win a prize and be called a champ,
Or was it to be a good girl and not a vamp,
I can’t get my aim as a whole,
This is the quest of my soul.

Why was I born?
My inside me, I always warn.
Was it to follow a set of instructions,
or was it to learn the managerial calculations.
My life keeps on moving on a constant roll ,
This is the quest of my soul.

Why was I born?
I wonder after a party when my friends are gone.
Was it to eat the pizza bites,
or was it to compare my status heights.
The power above asks me to extol,
This is the quest of my soul.

Why was I born?
It struck me on a rainy day’s dawn.
I passed by a child who had no food,
with two burgers, near him I stood.
I could see in the mud a struggling tadpole,
and here arose the quest of my soul.

Why was I born?
I have got the answer on my own,
It was to get that wonderful smile,
On the face of the child, I met before a while,
Tears took away from my eyes the black kohl,
‘Joy of Giving’ is the answer to the quest of my soul.

HOW IT GOES

Sam,the agent worked so hard,
For extra hours he used to work;
He wanted somethin on his visiting card,
"Team Leader" the name he wanted as a perk.

The manager used to rely on him,
Give him tasks he knew would be done;
Even if the instructions were small and trim,
He knew if its Sam,he would miss none.

Cam,the agent worked so easy,
For extra works of the boss he put in hours;
The "Team Leader" task for him was not freezy,
No thorns on his way,only flowers.

Which way is right I dont know?
The ethical or the unethical equation;
Do we follow the practicality flow,
And be in sync with the generation.

I think the hard work always pays,
But then it goes unpaid many a time;
Then why this confusion in choosing ways,
How it goes? on this my mind is a bit mime.

CONFESSIONS OF A FLIRT

I met this boy the other day,
Who fell in for my frnd a min away,
He wanted to match his frequency,
Sayin she reminds me of sum Nancy;
He said he has never gone wrong with gals,
And had plenty of them as pals,
Girls-the more the better was his say,
Never in my life has any girl told me,"Nay..";

Sumtimes he says that this gal is so cute..
And the other moment bout d same gal he's mute,
Sumtimes he says that i want this girl,
the next moment all plans go n fly like a whirl;
Sumtimes its blue which matches his tone,
coz green turns her off n makes her morone;
I said its weird how do u manage this multi tasking,
he said luk gal,this is the game of flirting;

So he confessed that he said he's bad n flirty,
the idea was cool to him though ppl find it dirty;
May one day he finally stops and finds his bet,
This is sumthing as he says destiny never let;
A heart for beauty,a heart for sense;
A heart for so many things that makes the situation tense,
And long goes the eccentric finding his way,
All good luck for him I finally pray.

THE NET OF LIFE

What is that which pushes you to work,
Something which goes always in your mind;
What would you carry,even if you face a jerk,
Put your thinking forward and finally find.

Something which is required when you fail,
All your plans go wrong and you are confused;
Something you were crazy about just left its trail,
You don't get your wishes and all your emotions are fused.

It is a word of warmth at the end of the day,
Which makes you smile and you can rethink;
The thoughts of a person who makes you say,
That you were the one who saved me or else I would sink.

The shackles of life sometimes engross you,
In their net and you would never be free;
Such phases and situations would come across you,
And the words of love would set you on a spree.

Our life is a mystery which you need to solve,
the solutions to the puzzle are damn tricky;
If you find a person with whom you can dissolve,
Then in this world you are really lucky.

Nirma IMNU

With people so intelligent and sexy,
NIRMAYANS are the best in whole galaxy,
With minds so great and hearts so pure,
For every problem we have a cure,
Dont mess with us ,we are not that straight,
Though we bunk classes,but one day we'll be great;
The talent in the campus is just so much,
You must have never encountered such,
A saga of creativity with business sense,
Can handle every mood cool or tense;
May the bells of our success chime always,
Against the destiny we may carve our ways.