And Forgive Me


You forgive me for liking you too much,
And I'll forgive you for not liking me enough.

You forgive me for missing you so,
And I'll forgive you for being so cold.

You forgive me for the loud racing of my heart,
And I'll forgive you for not hearing it.

You forgive me for playing your games,
And I'll forgive you for toying with my emotions.

You forgive me for finding you so attractive,
And I'll forgive you for not noticing.

You forgive me for raising you up so high,
And I'll forgive you for bringing me down so low.

You forgive me for wanting to be with you,
And I'll forgive you for avoiding me.

You forgive me for being so pathetic,
And I'll forgive you for taking advantage of it.

You forgive me for not being able to let go,
And I'll forgive you for never having latched on.

You forgive me for having hopes and dreams,
And I'll forgive you for crushing them.

posted by Sandip at 7:41 PM

 
Gone are the days, ...........but not the memories
---------------------------------------------------------------------------

Gone are the days
When the school reopened in June,
And we settled in our new desks and benches.

Gone are the days
When we queued up in book depot,
And got our new books and notes.

Gone are the days
When we wanted two Sundays and no Mondays, yet
Managed to line up daily for the morning prayers.

Gone are the days
We learnt writing with slates and pencils, and progressed
To fountain pens and ball pens and then micro tips.

Gone are the days
We began drawing with crayons and evolved to
Colour pencils and finally sketch pens.

Gone are the days
We started calculating first with tables and then with
Clarkes tables and advanced to calculators and computers.

Gone are the days
When we chased one another in the corridors in Intervals,
And returned to the classrooms drenched in sweat.

Gone are the days
When we had lunch in classrooms, corridors,
Playgrounds, under the trees and even in cycle sheds.

Gone are the days
When all the colours in the world,
Decorated the campus on the Second Saturdays.

Gone are the days
When a single P.T. period in the week's Time Table,
Was awaited more eagerly than the monsoons.

Gone are the days
When cricket was played with writing pads as bats,
And Neckties and socks rolled into balls.

Gone are the days
When few played "kabadi" and "Co-Co" in scorching sun,
While others simply played "book cricket" in the confines of
classroom.

Gone are the days
Of fights but no conspiracies,
Of Competitions but seldom jealousy.

Gone are the days
When we used to watch Live Cricket telecast,
In the opposite house in Intervals and Lunch breaks.

Gone are the days
When few rushed at 3:45 to
"Conquer" window seats in our School bus.

Gone are the days
While few others had "Big Fun", "pulippu muttai",
"gulfi ice", "seeval ice !" and "pepsi !" at 4o Clock.

Gone are the days
Of Sports Day, and the annual School Day ,
And the one-month long preparations for them.

Gone are the days
Of the stressful Quarterly, Half Yearly and Annual Exams,
And the most enjoyed holidays after them.

Gone are the days
Of tenth and twelfth standards, when we
Spent almost the whole year writing revision tests.

Gone are the days
We learnt, we enjoyed, we played, we won, we lost,
We laughed, we cried, we fought, we thought.

Gone are the days
With so much fun in them, so many friends,
So much experience, all this and more.

Gone are the days
But not the memories, which will be
Lingering in our hearts for ever and ever and
Ever and ever and
Ever

posted by Sandip at 6:54 PM

 
-to Rishi and Vrushali...

Little Eyes Upon You


There are little eyes upon you and they
are watching you night and day.

There are little ears that quickly take in
every word you say

There are little hands all eager to do
anything you do and a little girl
who's dreaming of the day she'll be like you.

You're the little fellow's idol

You're the wisest of the wise

In her little mind about you
no suspicions ever arise
she believes in you devoutly,
holds all that you say and do. She will say
and do, in your way when she's so grown up to
be just like you.

There's a wide - eyed little fellow who believes in you're always right
and her eyes are always opened and she watches you day and night.

You are setting an example everyday in all you do,
For the little girl who's waiting to grow up to be just like you.

posted by Sandip at 6:52 PM

 
Our Blossoms Are Blooming


Our blossoms are blooming
Can’t you see cant you feel?
Can’t the wind be smoother?
Can’t the sky be clearer?
So that the sunlight reaches them and
The energy they need is there?
They’ll be stronger and more beautiful
If you let them bloom in peace
They are children sweet and kind
They are gentle and fragile
They need love to grow stronger
So that there journey isn’t made harder
They have sorrows and sighs
They are children with colorful eyes
They are not white or black
They are angels with wings at the back
They are pure, they are clear
They are the ones to open our eyes
Because they are the symbol of innocent cries
They are our children who have no price.
posted by Sandip at 6:48 PM

 
Could it be love?


What is this beautiful plaguing sensation
Encapsulating me...
Upon setting my eyes on you?
It is with likeness to that...
Of butterflies embracing
A rare and precious flower
Softly... gloriously... magically...
Fluttering, tickling my heart strings...
As though it were a fragile harp
And I'm somewhat paralysed...
Words just seem
To have taken flight with the wind
And I can only but stare in awe...
At the illustrious glow of your inner beauty
That shines so eminently though your smile...
My core begins to quiver
As heat rushes through my head
... you're coming this way! ...
Taking my hand gently in yours...
Leading me through the garden
Of pure and innocent, unashamed bliss
Never have I felt more at ease...
Nothing will ever erase this smile...
Could it be love?

posted by Sandip at 6:40 PM

 
I Could


I could write you a letter,
But what would it say?
Could it make things better?
Would it make everything okay?

I could write you a song,
Full of love hope and grace.
Would you tell me what went wrong?
Could you say it to my face?

I could make a telephone call,
And listen as you cried
But I would not let you fall,
And if you did, we'd both know I tried.

I could make the world go away
But would that be what you like?
You would miss the golden sunrays
You would miss the moonlight.

I could stop all this pain
Bring it all to an end
The tears would fall like rain
On the shoulder of a dear friend.

posted by Sandip at 7:29 AM

 
Never Leave Behind Regrets ...

Too often we don't realize
what we have until it is gone;
Too often we wait too late to say
"I'm sorry - I was wrong."

Sometimes it seems we hurt the ones
we hold dearest to our hearts;
And we allow foolish things to tear our lives apart.

Far too many times we let
unimportant things into our minds;
And then it's usually too late
to see what made us blind.

So be sure that you let people know
how much they mean to you;
Take that time to say the words
before your time is through.

Be sure that you appreciate
everything you've got'
And be thankful for the Little Things
in Life that mean a lot.
posted by Sandip at 9:29 PM

 
Blizzard

Lost in the wood ,
i search for a path,
One leading to safety.
Terrified as I was ,
i lost no hope,
For my mother always said,
Luck favours the brave.

i ran , i ran ,
The eerie voices behind me.
The owls hooted , the wolves howled,
What a dreadful night !
The snow blew on my face ,
i could see nothing ,
The great pines could not shelter ,
Me any longer,
i had to go and find my way out,

The relentless wind knocked on my face,
i wished to be asleep,
In the confines of my bedroom,
Away from this earthly hell,
In the world of dreams ,
In which I ruled.

i remember not when i fell,
But it did not matter,
i slept.
Next morning when the
Radiance of the sun caressed my cold cheeks,
i woke,
To find myself at home ,

Nestled between the covers of my bed sheet
And the woolen blankets.
i pinched myself awake,
And stared at a stranger in the mirror.
The eyes red , the disheveled hair,
The odd twigs jutting out from here and there,
Leaves all over.
i felt like a jungle beast ,
i felt happy.
posted by Sandip at 8:01 PM