laconic moments

i was bored at 8.30 in the morning during my first hour of math the other day when suddenly i decided to try my hand at poetry.... so this is an amateurish attempt at publishing a poem written during the first hour of math.

i sit by the window and sigh,
the world goes by without an eye,
love conquers all,
i'm told;
but where is the love?
it seems unknown.

every person is alive i know,
but within them there lie,
a hole, one that can be filled
with only love i'm told,
yet all of them seem ready to run alone.


i wait and wait,
wait as i sit by the window,
looking out into the world
so as to fill my heart with love galore,
yet it goes by without even a sigh....

and then,
suddenly there is a chill,
a clod wind blows by
whispering as it flows a name....
soft but distinct i hear it
i hear a voice breath my name
and i know ...
a tear escapes my eye for i know
i know that now i'll never have
to sit by the window and sigh.

ek pyali chai

rushed mornings...cursing buses nick of time entries quiet giggling , bursts of lod guffaws classroom antics will hold no more,
lazy lunches behind the benches over gossip sometimes serious isn't seen anymore.
and heartfelt talks about the future and past as we mull over the present, successes failures like two sides of the same con will now be uttered by these lips never again with friends over ek pyali chai.
lonliness will creep in again as we march forth toward a new sequence of mornings,
evenings and nights....with different people in different ways, yet....
i'll miss them always, those who made the last few years bearable and sometimes unbearable.....
but they were around laughing, back slapping , consoling , scolding over that pyali of chai....