25th may. Cyclone Aila.

Foreword: 25th may 2009; it was my brother's birthday. Everyone went to sleep early, because there was nothing to do in the dark. I had slept all day. So, I was awake all night. Aila had hit Durgapur at night, after ravaging Kolkata in the daytime. Till my exasperation, I rang up my ex. I didn't talk though! Later , when the emptiness was unbearable, I took out the pen and the copy. I did not have my dear Microsoft Word, so the lack of "substance".

Imprisoned indoor, no electricity
Outdoors, a storm was blowing the city.
Can't go out, have to stay home
Can't go out with aila on the roam:
Uprooted trees, away blew things
Broke the glass, tore hangings,
Crashed and crushed cars on road
Another crisis...to vouch for votes!

The wireless screeching it out all
Echoing in the walls of the hall
Oh how hard it is to be alone!
With no t.v, nor the phone,
Nor the computer, nor music
Boredom could make one sick.
None to talk to, none so near
Nothing to do is hard to bear!

To....the journey that's NIT, Durgapur

Foreword: This poem was written for someone who wanted something about the end of his college life. He specified the points that he wanted to mention. I just converted prose to poetry. Three verses, dedicated to the life at NIT, Durgapur. The four years.

    FARE-WELL

Farewell to the four years

Of cheers, and fears, and tears.

Farewell to the four years

Of bikes, and burns, and beers.

Gang at college, friends at home

Cursing Newton, Gauss and Ohm.

Nights out for days, on the roam

Clothes don’t matter, what’s a comb?

Hygiene is a sin; never care for health

Winning bets, that’s real wealth.

Late to bed, late to rise

When it’s fun to be foolish

Why be wise?

 

Smoking joints, smoking cigarettes

Youth is the life with no regrets.

Drowsy days, dreams and distress,

Life in the hostel, food in the mess.

Learning to sustain in sun and rain;

Never let life turn mundane.

The electronic screen live before eyes

Always full of entertaining supplies

Bunking classes, no heed of time

Life is multi-timed, the world sublime!

Watching everything found on the LAN

On Orkut and Gtalk, a different man

Life beyond existence,

Is life intense.

 

Mass of memories, endless energies

More years ahead: can’t forget these

Can’t go back, can’t let it go

Yeah we know; we have to grow.

So here we are: all of us, guys!

‘Tis time to bid the final goodbyes.

It isn’t as bad as it appears;

They will be with us, the four years.

Down the lane, we may meet again

In pain and strain, we’ll together remain.

Early to bed, early to rise

It’s fun to be foolish,

But best be wise.

Special thanks to Sarbojit Mallick, who introduced me to the world inside NIT, Durgapur. And all the ex-classmates of mine, who’re still in it.