Ink on the Paper

The poem "A Thousand People, A Thousand Miles" was written by me in my 3rd year at IIT Madras. It can be seen as a tribute to the wide spectrum of people I had come across in my then about-3 years span in the institute. It is a boon for one to be exposed to so many perspectives and drives me to know and understand each one of them better. Here it goes, my tribute to the people from this wonderful institute and my world beyond it. "A Thousand People, A Thousand Miles" Sometimes, some people touch our lives, This one is for those who are in line. And for those who have reached a while back, I express my pleasure through my poetic knack. When you cross my place, do come and visit me, Let us share our stories, the places we have been. The times we fell, the times we flew, The lessons we learnt, the way we grew. Can I know who you are, can you lend your shoes Where do you lay, where is your truce What makes you who you are, what makes y...

A feeling for all the lovely people around me today For all my friends, family and those who may For everyone who has touched my heart, my head Remember this little thing I once said.   I remember the times we spent together I know we enjoyed them, no ifs no whethers But I don't remember when we said those words A last goodbye I never heard. I remember the times we fought each other I remember the times we were like brothers But if you gave it to me, I would have never forgot A last goodbye I never got. I remember the times we were just silent The silence in itself, a revealing asylum But even the silence did not make me ready for it A last goodbye we never did. I remember the times we said 'forever yo' I remember how we said we would never grow No one can understand the paths we paved But a last goodbye I always craved. I remember the times you were there for me I remember the things I did for thee A credit account with an overdose With a last goodbye never clo...