When I was here…

Last time when I was here,

It was raining,

But it doesn’t rain anymore…

When I was here,

To see you every day,

But you don’t show up anymore…

I used to wait,

For hours and days,

To see your smile,

To see your face…

Last time when I was here,

It was raining,

But it doesn’t rain anymore…

When I used to come and hide,

Sneaking away from the truth and lies,

But now I don’t need to hide anymore…

When you were with your friends,

Looking like a queen of my dreams,

But now I won’t see you anymore…

I used to follow you,

And drop you home,

But never ever found out,

Baby I’ll never leave you alone…

Last time when I was here,

It was raining,

But it doesn’t rain anymore…

It doesn’t even rain anymore….

Escape from the World

The storm captured the sky in its cage,

The wind blew and the rain mercilessly fell,

It felt just like her family’s rage,

‘Run away’, my mind threateningly tell…

As the sounds of men felt near,

The warnings of the king seemed more serious,

To run with a princess was what I feared,

For our blood, they looked more curious…

The fear got us and nature betrayed,

We both were stuck at the end of the way,

Death pit at the back of us dangerously laid,

King’s army facing us on our unluckiest day…

Holding her hands I looked her in the eyes,

Our lips met, we were all set, we jumped and bid the world goodbyes…

The Smoker

The sudden movement and sound of curtain,

Caught my attention,

& I took the note…

The door was closed,

Just 2 of us,

Even the light was low…

 

He was there,

In front of me,

Taking something out of the box…

Then I realized,

That all was preparation,

For the world’s most popular hoax…

 

As he lighted,

The tip of the danger,

A puff of smoke came out…

I sat up confused,

Thinking from the past incidents,

What it was all about…

 

The smoke in the dark,

Grew thicker and thicker,

He kept forming clouds of smoke…

Was it about her,

Or the mistakes he had done,

Or some bad dream in the morning when he woke…

 

The breathe was deep,

Keeping it calm,

He was lost in the thoughts in his mind…

I still wonder,

What they say to him,

Or do the really just bind?

 

Binding together,

The past forever,

& clouding the vision of future…

It stands as a wall,

Between the transition,

Making it possible to be lost forever…

 

The last pieces,

When put together,

Didn’t give a clue of this…

To clear them away,

Was as easy as dying,

But broken was the inner of his…

The clue was gone,

The smoke went away,

But the memories were fresh in the air…

No reasons were there,

No explanations were given,

Will it lead to him anywhere?

First self-made Maggi at College!

Making Maggi is a thing that everyone know, but it can be very interesting when its made with the help of an electric kettle (which is also forbidden to use!). Here are some pics about the Maggi-Maniacs college students including me 🙂

And the pics’ title will help you, just move cursor over them to see the descriptions.