Thursday, 8 December 2011
Wednesday, 30 November 2011
"trust me i am engineer..."
*A hrt touching poem by an engineering student..
If i die in a xam zone,
Box me up n send my home,
Put my pprs on my chest,
N tel my mom i did my bst,
N tel my dad nt to bow,
He wil nt get tension frm me nw,
Tel my bro study perfectly,
Keys of my bike wil b his permently,
Tel my sis dont b upset,
Her bro wil nt rise aftr ths sunset,
Dnt tel my frndz tey r hearties,
N strt 2 ask for parties,
Tel my love nt to cry..:-)
"COZ I'M ENGINEER..BORN TO DIE.."
"trust me i am engineer..."
If i die in a xam zone,
Box me up n send my home,
Put my pprs on my chest,
N tel my mom i did my bst,
N tel my dad nt to bow,
He wil nt get tension frm me nw,
Tel my bro study perfectly,
Keys of my bike wil b his permently,
Tel my sis dont b upset,
Her bro wil nt rise aftr ths sunset,
Dnt tel my frndz tey r hearties,
N strt 2 ask for parties,
Tel my love nt to cry..:-)
"COZ I'M ENGINEER..BORN TO DIE.."
"trust me i am engineer..."
Tuesday, 29 November 2011
One More gone.. dedicated to Indian force and army
Another One Gone
The morning paper
Held familiar news of
Another soldier
Sacrificed…
A burnt offering on
the altar of war.
Another one gone.
Like seconds on a clock,
Each one lost
Is gone forever,
Never to be regained.
Such a loss means
One less bouquet of roses,
No more teddy bears, and
Silenced pillow talk.
Another one gone.
Some flags wave high above
Ribbon-adorned trees,
While others tuck in
Those who sleep for eternity.
Public speeches stir up
Conflicts of support and dissent;
Private mourning fuels
A forever-altered normality
For those left behind.
Another one gone,
Though never forgotten,
Despite the endless names
Flowing like rivers
Past the gate of eternity.
The morning paper
Held familiar news of
Another soldier
Sacrificed…
A burnt offering on
the altar of war.
Another one gone.
Like seconds on a clock,
Each one lost
Is gone forever,
Never to be regained.
Such a loss means
One less bouquet of roses,
No more teddy bears, and
Silenced pillow talk.
Another one gone.
Some flags wave high above
Ribbon-adorned trees,
While others tuck in
Those who sleep for eternity.
Public speeches stir up
Conflicts of support and dissent;
Private mourning fuels
A forever-altered normality
For those left behind.
Another one gone,
Though never forgotten,
Despite the endless names
Flowing like rivers
Past the gate of eternity.
Tuesday, 15 November 2011
Monday, 14 November 2011
Remembering My Class mates....:(
REMEMBRING MY CLASSMATES
Remembering my class mates, after few years,
My eyes were filled with tears,
Everyone now is busy a lot,
No one escaped destinys plot
Saw the girl, whom once i thought as my best frnd,
Oops! today she is somebody else girlfrnd,
After months remembered about her for a little while,
Heard she is happy,that made me smile.
Project reviews to campus interviews,
Nicknames to last bench games,
Cultural rehearsals to love proposals,
Short term crushes to class room blushes.
Everything is fresh in our mind,
Wish life could just rewind,
Lets laugh, play & rejoice,
Once again become school guys.
Chatting & laughing. We all were in elation,
Till the painful moments of seperation,
When it was time to part,
We returned with a heavy heart.
Today life is full of commitments,
And too many worries,
But those cherished moments,
Will live forever in our memories!!!
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