Here are some snapshots from around my hostel, taken early morning…
I remember those eyes brimming with tears
Innumerable doubts and unknown fears
Firm in belief that heLi would earn fame
But when he comes back, will he be the same?
The world is cruel and harsh and mean
But for him it’s mainly unseen
What if his friends don’t cooperate
Or if he is lost at night and it’s late?
Confusion and chaos fill up her head
And then I saw the lines unread
What happens to her when I bid adieu
When things to do are a countable few
For whom would she prepare; with no one to eat;
The wonderful delicacies and the occasional treat?
Whom would she talk to when on a low;
Won’t her life become way too slow?
No one to talk; no one to hear
No one to share, joy or fear
No grief to be lost, no joy to be found
How lifeless will be life, with no one around?