No Goodbyes!!

Gone are the days, which bought so fun
Gone are the days, which left us mum
Gone are the days, where life just blotted
Gone are the days, where a new sun was spotted

Cometh the agony, in the winds of the future
And there , ther wont be a BIT to nurture
Forcasts are heavy, and the present is light
Happiness and glory are gonna take a flight

And then u contemplate, the things went by
The times of assertion, nd the time u were shy
The clauses and the causes,all are gonna fly
And then you remember, with a tinge in your eye

You remember

Those packed bags, that came.
with an inexperienced lame.
Those first sem registrations
Those first day preperations.
Those people speaking bengali
With just a man on your side
Whom you never thought at that time
Thats he gonna be your pride.

Those 2k2 placements,more worrying for 2k5
With every time a guy placed,H6 will give a high 5
Those midnight discussions on the India Today rankings.
With heat and humour, both on the spanking.

Those frustration of Biotech, shared by us
Those midsem xams , which was no fuss.
Those nightouts, and night ins in room 43
The peot remembers, when he was free.

Then came 2006, with a deadly start.
The 2nd sem results and the glory departs.
The start of the demise was on the GPA card
And Chetan with his 5 point, hit me hard

But the glory revived , and misery departed
As came the planchet, and Animesh Farted
The entry into the brach, and into the synth
Came a new dimenstion, into my plinth

Sems passed and with it the time
And then came the moment, to mug the barron rhyme.
Words were a mystery, but not thier meaning.
Answers were thier, but the questions went for cleaning.

And then came, what they say the final frontier.
Where rocks break and and the strongest crumbles
Where thers no place for music, or for dumbles
When thers one thing that counts in every single hearted
Thats to be with those , who are gonna be departed.

Its a halt for few , and an end for some
For me , I guess the best us yet to come.


But has the end come and has the best ended
Have The plethora of thoughts now descended
Have the Guts gone and so are the glory
My dear friends is it the end of the story?

No story ends, on a wretched note over here
Nor is this an exception from adhere
The story is not abt the buliding or the place
Niether its the story of the teacher's face.

Its a prose of the blends.
Connection of the friends.
Moments of bonding
Moments of sharing
I remember my days
of my real pairing

Its a story of emotions, which are immortal.
Its a story of those, who'l share the same portal
May be the place will change and the routene will differ.
But niether the friendship or the closeness is gonna suffer.
So dont be despondent, as we are gonna boast
Kyunki Pikchar, abhi baaki hai mere dost.