More than anything…

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In my remembrance came the night,
When we didn’t know the wrong or right
Like which face the leaf will… kiss the ground
Like while imagining a poet climbs, unknown bounds…

Same way a nostalgia…
strike my veins when i miss that dim light…
when we sat around the dancing fire…
and stars looked at us with a zeal so bright… 🙂

U came up with your issues…
I came up with mine,
We were literally drunk
Even without wine!

We laughed for no reason!
And our presence itself was so peace…
How with immense beauty,
The silence got loud and words got seized…

How our giggling fizzled out,
And our hearts stepped in…
When we threw aside the layers
and came to our skin…

And just while laughing,
To us that Magical haze stuck!
That May be ‘us’ getting together…
Was not much of a coincidence!
Was not much of luck …

When i found me in your eyes…
And things got a gentle swing…
I crave for that moment
More than anything…

In such way we shared our pain…
like a poet shares his, crying in the rain
As much as yours was as much as mine…
And your head on my shoulder made my life shine

My heart dropped down with your tears… 😦
our sobbing broke me into pieces…
And listening to your story
I found your innocence trembling in traces!!!

Still my stumbling soul wiped your tears…
and swiped your sides that were lifeless and blue,
And how badly shattered you slept with a curve around my arms…
the scenario blurred and the the things i saw, dwindled to a few…

The next morning
When the sun poked our sleep…
That innocence of your stare…
leaked the mysteries so deep…

When we recognized the knock of love…
And our favorite song repeated its lyrics in us…
Today the same warmth of feelings…
The same coziness questions me this thus…

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Now same moments of unconditional love…
from where to bring…!??
I crave for the flashback…
more than anything.
-Sankalp.

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The school… You miss it? or you missed it!

Oh!
I miss my school…
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How,
in a cute sense of fear of a strict teacher, I ran like a chick into my class,

And how,
As soon as the bell rang, I tried to be the first one to step out of the school.
Dude, believe me I ran faster than Usain Bolt that time… :-p

How I carved those desks, sitting alone, watching like nobody is watching me and then writing the name of my crush and then tried to erase it completely so that no Byomkesh Bakshi can even doubt my hand writing !!

How,
Passing smile at each other radiated the top secrets and eyes that spoke so much!
Every thing had the exact pleasure, i wanted
It was all about joy and friendship…

Alas! I can’t pull the rope again…
I have lost the tug of war against time
I wish I had a time machine!

These are the kind of words, the stuff I heard  from my fellow guys and girls.
Yes, they would put to words, those dazzling moments the same way.

BUT

I have never been one of such personalities. I too have missed my friends, have written the memories on the page of life with the ink of friendship. Such memories that if i begin to spell, would make it to days…
But still, that’s not all i can think of and write about when i sneak into the scent of those mesmerizing days…

Actually,
Rather than friends and fun only,
I always have and forever will…miss the vibes that kissed my very being the first day i put my first feat to that beautiful building, my school.

The way, we friends shared the food
And sometimes, those little stealings from the lunch box that contributed so much to the innocence phenomena…
But soon, the tables we joined to come closer to friends, to converge with them, to enjoy the meal…turned to the disfigured wood mangled with the compasses and sharp pencils that reflected our secrets!
I can sense the pain of those whooping desks…

Oh! those classroom walls…
Full of charts and hey! there hung my chart, that one of the walls did hold when i won my first chart making competition.
But as the time passed, the walls were stamped by the dirty shoes.
I can perceive the tears it shed.

What to say about the playgrounds!
Where our egos burst screaming! when they saw us lending hands to our oppositions and friends.
This way, we fed the white spirits in us with the delicious meal of sportsmanship.

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Time has been growing and,
It has been

Two years…

And i still, when pass by my school or come closer to that area, get goosebumps!
And then that overwhelming brimming out feeling again! when i put my first step into that building again.
It feels like it has its own cosmos, it hugs me with all the affection it can afford. I go to my classroom again like that kid Usain Bolt with the same spilling out enthusiasm and excitement!

I reach my classroom breathing heavily and read the label stuck to the wall ’10th A1′ and smile… 🙂
It was none less than a child that runs for his chocolate and never gets tired.
I enter and see, the blackboard that prepared me for life! the The chalk box, my teacher’s cupboard, the podium where my nervousness magically centrifugated to the confidence i earned after the first speech i gave… those desks, the same wall.
An impulse in me was finally cherished… 

Full of tears,
Once again as i was sent to school the first day,
Slowly sat on the desks,
I lent my ear to it and it spoke to me my childhood.
“Oye aaj tu kya laaya hai?” (What did u bring today in lunch box)
“Aaj mamma ne ye bheja hai” (today mom sent this)
“Yaar ye to meri favourite sabzi hai (hey this is favourite meal)
“Kamine thoda kam kha” (You dog! eat less :-p )
“Baaki sabko milega par tujhe ni dunga ( All others will get some meal, except you )

All those voices it kept within it, it just transmitted into me and brought to me an immense happiness!

Then, i hug that wall.
Sometimes, it is damn cold!
But it has a warmth that has given life to my days…everything I crave for!

FINALLY,

I come to my playground, turned around, imagine all those scenes playing like an emotional movie in my head…and i breathe in the vicinity…
I mean, my school was – A home away from home.

It has made me realize that there is nothing more beautiful than childhood and essence…
Essence is the mother of all memories… 🙂

They are rare that miss the ‘school’,
others just missed it…

So people must think, when they say they miss their school.
Because most of them miss their peers….

So which of the two,
Do you miss often…

The classmates, the school, or both?

The stanza while you smile…

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Let my love be the fragrance,
That settles down the wild smokes in you,

Let my love be the silence,
That rectifies the loud noise in you.

Let my love be such delicious!
That eats up the bitterness in you

Let my love be the the light,
That guides the weedy darkness in you.

Let my love be the dance,
That selects your stumbles as a part in it

Let my love be the love,
That teaches your hate to love.

Let my love sit with you,
When you cry in corners and crave for someone to understand

Let my love feel,
what every inch of your breath go through.

Let such love of mine,
Be reflected in you…

Let such love of mine,
Write the story of your tears,

Let such love of mine,
Be the stanza while you smile…