today i wanted to write all what i've done in these 17 years. i don't know why but probably because school life is coming to end.so i 've decided to write everything in the form of a poem or whatever u may call it.
so my life began in this nursery class,
with three special friends and a girl,
me,s and h.
i was crazy but intelligent kid back then,
never giving up and strongest among all was the moto,
life was at it's best, maggi in lunch and nothing to learn.
and here was where i met my first love,
her scintillating eyes i never forget them,
and her being my best friend was another best part of it
i still remember the early days, where i was standing behind a tent
and was seeing only her and nothing else.
with music all around, i kissed her.
then came the 5th class where the wizard showed
me new ways. i lion never understood courage.
the first love was no more there and the best friends
were no more to talk to any more.
but i loved the days of karan me and arjun hanging out,
explaining the not to fascinating truths of life to each other,
from what fuck meant to symbols which probably
we were to young to use.
then came sixth. one class i'll always remm,
the summer where i learnt who i was,
i wasn't what the mirror showed me ,i
was all alone , and all that anger and rage i generated,
i puked it all while i was in water,
while using every part of my body i ran on water
and studied like my father.
and life went on, with changing friends and no more
love for girls and, with new discoveries came one,
of my mcdonald friend going out with my first love,
i thought of nothing new.
i made new friends d.g. being one of them,
and went to parties where i just sat in corner's with only d.g.
to talk to, but life sucked.
them came class 8th where i saw friends coming to me,
and then came sanskrit classes. i hated them
but i wasn't alone. there were many..
but soon the classes become violin classes i sat
at the last benches with karan and looking at that beautiful
girl, never was anything more beautiful.
but with every +ive charge came a negative one,
she was studious and although sanskrit classes
where full of them but exceptions like me always existed,
she asked and i listened the questions but finding answers was
tough you see.
then came those days when proposals where in fashion,
i did one, but studies were important to some,
first steps where taken without any to follow.
i was broken and decided that shells have beautiful colours than the beautiful sky.
and then best friends like R drifted. i met vampires like deepika
tried to shut up, but she never let you do that too.
then their was FTC another of those tuition surroundings,
but motivation was what i found underneath it all.
i saw the photo's hanging on the walls and wanted to be one of them,
and i did it.
then their where accomplishments to make,
mun i heard a lot about it and seen it too.
so exun and mun came but each had their own
sufferings to give.
one never understood who i was and what i wanted to give it,
the other i did win but also ran away from it.
i experienced many changes and discovered
that a 80 g.b. hardisk and DVD could also be used in different ways.
so by the end i made trips to a fantasy world.
where i puked out my darkest secrets
but probably people who i thought as, partner's ,
are meant to stab you when you least expect them.
so i gathered myself and was still fascinated
with the beautiful girl when she passed by me.
pianos never stop do they.
then came those days when d.g. thought i was not being myself,
i i agreed i tried to get back, i tried. but was never ever able to leave what i had started
but then i made my best friend, where bunking was the key and the solution
which was respected.
i never looked back and thought over, but then everything came back,
all scribbled on my shirt, even those who i never thought would.
and now i sit and write about everything and hope
the piano someday turns into a violin and i discover
who i am.
