Archive for March, 2010
Long way to go…
Sitting in front of a PC
Three hours of trauma
Pressing keys on a keyboard
Staring at a monitor
My eyes going sore
My brain going drowsy
My limbs going numb
My senses going blurry
But I got a lab to attend
And preserve energy for another lecture
To stay alive
Amidst all that pressure
Imagine four years of such a life
Living it out each day
I take a break from it
Just enough to pray
But they say its just a start
Brace yourself for the next part
But they do give hope and say
You proceed to heaven once you graduate from this hell
And this is something I’ve heard
A gazzillion times
Every day of school
Every day of college
Still I believe it every time I hear it
‘Coz I know one thing for sure
God has kept me alive so far
So there’s a long way to go.
Tags: college, Life, pressure, way
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When colours of Holi question me..
I woke up one morning
Heard some chants outside
I rubbed my eyes
And went into the balcony
There were a bunch of people
Throwing colours of Holi at each other
Smiles and laughs all around
As they played Holi
I looked at the people
All covered in various colours
Some red, some yellow
Some pink, some green
I went back inside with a smile
But with an itch within
But I couldn’t realise
What that itch was about?
Then I saw some colors
On the table
Placed gracefully
Close to each other
I heard some murmuring
Coming from the table
They were giving strange looks to me
As they chatted with each other
I went closer to them and asked
Why do you look at me like that?
They said nothing but stared at me
I repeated my question
They said
You dare ask us a question?
First you answer us
Why the hell are we sitting here ?
I said
Sorry, but I don’t play Holi
They paused to give me a dreaded look
And said
Is this your answer to every question?
Is this negation of everything, your life?
Is this why never won an award?
Is this why you never confessed your love?
I was taken aback by their questions
I took few moments to stabilize
I looked at them furiously
And asked
What does all that has to do with you?
How does it matter to you?
That I never won an award?
That I never confessed my love?
They all laughed at me
And said
Its because of losers like you
That we sit on this table doing nothing
Not fulfilling our destiny
Not being able to touch someone
That you loved
Not being able to tell them what you feel
Not being able to talk with them
Make them smile
Not being able to bring you two closer
The way we used to bring others
Now I laughed at them and said
What do you know about love?
Why do you care what I feel?
How does all this matter to you?
They all looked at each other
They answered one more time
This time they looked at me with a dull smile
There voice had a tone of compassion
What do you think we colours are?
Its not our fault that you human beings
Are too naive to understand
That we are the feeling called “love”
- Kapil Acharya
Tags: colors, holi, love, question
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