RUNAWAY'S ROAD

This isn't as gud,but apart from the bourne series n lord of the rings,the sequels have hardly ever matched upto the originals :) (for the uninitiated read the poem RUNAWAY first)

Maybe it has just been a while,
But a lifetime it seems,
As he walks everything fades away,
Like an early morning dream.

Keep moving he told himself,
It doesnt matter what you have done or could do,
All the matters is,at this moment,
What is supposed to be done by you.

So he has no dreams for his future,
No regrets about his past,
But what he has at this moment,
He wishes for an eternity it could last.

A conscience that wouldn't question him,
If he ever fell down again,
But will tell him 'get up,trot ahead',
While it silently soothes his pain.

This spirit becomes his new strength,
As he comes to face with the same situation,
The realization of the fact that,
Maybe his journeys are his destination.

A CLASS OF 37

This one is for all the dudes n chicks of Class 12 comps.most of u wud hav read it but guess another read will remind u of d times in apeejay(we were the kings and queens of good times),it always does to me!!Cheers folks,u made the Apeejay experience worthwhile!Sorry if any of you guys have changed,but this is how u were back in 12th!

A class of thirty seven,
11 ladies and 26 gentlemen,
It's unique in every way,
This is Class xii-A.

The head girl Ipshita and Chaitanya the head boy,
Priyanshi who thinks she is the Helen of Troy,
Suraj and Pawan are necessary nonsense in everone's eyes,
And there's Parijat who thinks he is really wise.

Aziz who is the Maradona of the class,
Shruti always thinking of integration,bonding and mass,
Aman is the class's Munnabhai,
Akshat won't leave the books till he dies.

We have the comp whiz-kid Abhishek,
Vaibhav, the worst pjs he'll make,
Kaushani and Sandhya seem to be Siamese Twins,
Rajasik's wise words should be thrown in dustbins!

Nidhi who always tells wrong homework,
Kasturi with a Maths book is forever stuck,
Prasanjeet loves everything he can eat,
And there's irodov solution manual Debjit.

Nikhil is the jack of all trades,
A thing such as Shubham God never again made,
There's the 'Champ' Prisoomit,
And Rishi who excels in word and wit.

Simba is Santa of Santa-Banta fame,
Aayush has a word to say about every game,
Saransh is the 'thakur' of 'choley',
Shamik of beating the best,is forever finding ways.

There is the 'son of batman',comics king Jagan,
Hrishikesh is the only one with his homework always done,
Naseem is the class's friendliest person,
And for 'un'wisecracks Prateek is the one.

Anjana's voice never reaches me,
While Divya to the poet is an unknown entity,
Poor Arpun has always got problems with the big guys,
While Vishwas only speaks in hows,whats and whys.

We have the latest student Sonam,
And yours truly for the morning assembly is the last to come,
Though together we might be a nuisance,noisy and loud,
But to be a where we are now,everyone will sometime be proud.

RUNAWAY

This is my 3rd lengthiest poetry to date!!!!!!!!!!
He walked on his lonely path,
His past he didn't miss,
He was treading the sands,
Leaving behind his oasis.

He knew the word had spread,
People called him insane,
He just smiled at it all,
He knew explaining was vain.

His wounds had all healed,
But he was wishing the pain would stay,
That is why he had to leave,
He decided to be a runaway.

He knew it wont be easy,
But the pain would kill the pain,
He prided himself for being strong,
But his strength had become his bane.

Courage was never not giving up,
It was knowing when to fight,
He now realize that letting go,
Could sometimes just be right.

He just looks at road ahead,
The destinations could wait,
His steps have grown resolute,
Since he made truce with his fate.

Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind

How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each prayer accepted, and each wish resigned ...

FRAGILE

Those thoughts sometimes trouble,
Those memories leave her riled,
She has been broken once,
And now she is left fragile.

Love tore apart her wings,
An angel left to die,
She wants to fly again,
Though she is too hurt to try

She was hurt,she was down,
Now delicate as porcelain,
Everyday is a new war for her,
Yeah,she fights against her pains.

She's so much stronger now,
She leaves those things behind,
Hoping she hasn't left back,
What now she is trying to find.