Tag Archive: Nostalgia


For now rhyming wasn’t easy…

Poetry wasn’t that, what he wrote for her…
It was that, what he lived with her…

There’s was a tale – of words few.. not too long,
Just a few simple walks, silent conversations, short moments now gone…

Rhymes were his way to remember those moments now…
Random outburst of nostalgic thoughts.. written in words somehow…

He wasn’t that good with rhymes… he knew.. anyone could tell…
For now rhyming wasn’t easy.. like him.. his thoughts felt incomplete as well.

Random Writings

Some writings he wrote, were randomly written,

Tales with no beginnings and tales that refused to end,

Some characters he created, to be soon forgotten,

Broken snippets of their lives, that he tried to mend…

 

A writer went back, to his writings old,

Seeking new beginnings, new ideas, for new tales to be told,

He had a writer’s block, or so he felt,

Nostalgia was high, in his past he dwelt…

He needed a new start, both for his writings and his life,

Yet, he searched for the same in his past, such was his strife….

 

His search never ends, just like his tales,

Every once in a while he tries, every once in a while he fails,

The fool doesn’t realize that his search itself is futile,

He lives in the past, he must return to the present from his exile,

For it’s the present that was always there and the present that will always be,

His source of tales, his life, his thoughts, his words that are waiting to be set free….

The Library

He sat in the library, unfurling pages many,
His eyes moving around, seeking known faces any…
There she sat ahead of him, the face he sought,
He reminded himself, think of her, he must not.

She saw him too, a glance intense,
Ignorance, though, was now a well-made pretence..
He was used to her ignorance, he ignored her too…
Though he always longed for such chance meetings few.

Her presence was pleasure, pain …a conversation of eyes…
Of conceiving the truth with a mask of lies…
Thus, life moved on, a tryst of desires untold…
Leaving a random past behind, of memories and secrets never to unfold!!

They say love is beautiful….so is music…so are memories…and so are writings on the same…

Today I read the most beautiful piece of writing I have read on love….

I’ve written my lines, I’ve sung my song…
The music of the moment didn’t seem wrong…
But reality has broken into a different dawn…
Now…what am I to do…
For, there is no music without love,
No me without you..

This is written by Poorva Agarwal…in praise of her writing I need not say more…

Read the entire post at http://writingonthereel.blogspot.com/

Cheers!!

A computers committee member made a random design on a random day of June (or was it July or August)…one among the many alternatives for the college fest UMANG 2006 – Touchdown on Planet U…soon to be rejected and forgotten (it was used in an ad later on perhaps). Today, while trying to organize the clutter in his PC…he saw the same design. Nostalgic he is….

Planet U

Kshana- Moments of happinessA few years back some Rotaractors were returning back after a rather enthusiastic first ORO (Official Rotaract Outing) of RCNM. A conversation stroked and Mr Anuj Gosalia, the then President of the club gave an insight on the philosophy that gives this post its title. “Magical Moments”, he said “They are moments that occupy a special place in your memory. Like today… a day spent with friends on a memorable outing. These are moments we cherish, look back to, for as our lives progress we live many moments, but moments like these remain special and memorable. Such are the moments of joy and happiness …of fun…of life actually lived!!!” Indeed as years progressed, many such magical moments came in a normal college student’s life. But the most cherished are definitely those when he really felt that he added some value to his life…to his existence. Those were moments which he spent for others, moments he tried to bring smile on others faces, moments of service which was done in way towards oneself, because such moments was when really thought that it was worth living, when really lived life to the fullest, in its true meaning.The others in question were people who had a world of their own… quite different from what he had lived…they were people who actually did what life’s meant for, living it to the fullest every second, satisfied with what they have and enjoying every moment they breathe. They were people, the very interaction with whom would result in a smile. Many entitled them cute, angels, kids, and many other titles. The student calls them little masters – for they have taught and given him more than he could have ever learned and earned on his own. He remembers those moments he spent with the SVP little masters as a Rotaractor. And with those little masters he accompanied to the Parle Factory as an iVolunteer volunteer. And more recently with those little masters at the Childline Event as a Kshana volunteer. Kshana – Moments of happiness, rightfully said!! And such magical moments will continue to enrich life, to really live it out. The normal student of N.M. College looks forward to it!!