Gujre Zamaane yaad aatey hai...

Lots of stories will end today..some will start..
Those laughter those tears..all will go in vain…

Your silent eyes will be staring at a silent class…
The CLASS in which you have spent your most boisterous years..

Wud be running your fingers for the last time ..
Along that special name , u’ve scribbled on the desk u sit..

Some unsaid questions..some unheard answers..
Wud still be floating in air…and some eyes wud surely be catching it..

Even the callous faces wud be having some mixed emotions…
Even the bulliest student wud be touching the feet of haughtiest proff…

Suddenly you wud be walking on the yellow leaves of foliage…
Wud be finding urself same as those leaves….

Still that bunch of student wud be standing at the far corner of hall..
Still all of them wud be laughing like anything surprisingly at nothing…

Some fortunate wud be getting a DEGREE of a BACHELOR forever..
Some more fortunate wud be getting a DECREE of Being a BACHELOR FOREVER…

Wud be turning around you face in hope ….
Looking at the crossroad we all met…

Some lessons learnt..some chapters forgotten..
Some beats burnt…some cherised..

The chase for dreams of pretty 4 years wud come to an abrupt halt…
And u wud find urself scared of turning them into reality..

ALMOST in every second…all 4 years wud be flashing back in ur eyes….
Getting blurred with the tears of ur eyes…

Wud be begging to stop all these moments…
But that merciless time wud be slipping as sand sleeps out of fist..

You will have nowhere to go…No haven…No shelters…Nothing………..