My College : My Heaven

My flowers are blooming in the night
The running cars and the bright sight

Floating in the oceans of thoughts
Thinking if I should Dive in or not

Recalled the old memories of college and Jhoops
Feeling as i am still there, but now in morse codes

The AC labs and hustling classes
Mostly bunking them for the masses

The Tech fests and the class rooms
Seems like I am trapped somewhere in those rumbling Noons


The vastness of Oval and Silence of Library
Making me think now if i am living a life full of slavery

Those gilla anda chiks and bun amlates
I am missing them in high tech resturants and in my cafeteria plates



Mess fights and family funda
Seems still flagging like RECD Jhanda

Night outs and DJ shows
Missing Bihari morh and HOD sir's Practical jokes

Ragging , rags , bragging and bags
Party , panga, mess bills and club tags

Music and Ganja ,Daru and diims (In bengali Egg is : Diim)
Once combined , showed us Midnight Sunbeams



Gandhi morh's Chai and Techno's milk shakes
Were the only things that kept us awake

Wing parties and Birthday bumps
Reminding me of Hall nights and boundary jumps



Let me pack up and go back
and live in a life where nothing ever lacks.



Regards,
Aditya Dogra
As old wood is best to burn, old horses to ride, old books to read ,and old wine to drink ,so are the old friends always most trustworthy and old moments are best to be recalled.