The home, which I miss the most

Five years of my life, I spent there,

Those days I miss have gone somewhere.

Lost in the boundless tide of time,

I want those moments back, which were mine.

Those days I remember when I played cricket with a racquet,

Those nights I will not forget in which we created a racket.

A shout here and a laughter there,

The warden comes looking everywhere.

We coined him with the name black mamba,

He sure did not know a thing about chumbawamba.

The inter-house matches were so intense,

That people would forget that they were living in the present tense.

Chewing their nails and thumping our feet,

The Sequins never saw the face of defeat.

It was a home away from home

At night after ten, we were not allowed to roam

A water fight in the middle of the night,

In the summer, it sure improved our plight.

The powder dropped on the floor,

If at home, I would be listening to folklore.

The fist fight I don’t know what will it bring,

Next day my parent’s phone is sure to ring.

Five years of my life, I spent there,

Those days I miss have gone somewhere.

Lost in the boundless tide of time,

I want those moments back, which were mine.

Our soldiers

we fight in the valley, Die in the ditch,

Now life seems to be an irritating bitch.

The dreams we had, have gone off air,

Now, all that is left with us are a bunch of nightmares,

The things, which we miss, are our dreams.

Which have been lost in some distant screams,

The sleep goes away in the night,

The morning greets us with frostbite.

The sand in our eyes never goes away,

The mosquitoes drinking our blood, buzzing hurray

For peace we fight and for peace we die,

Without worrying about our plight and the question is why?

The answer to this question no one can find,

Cause people in this country seem to be blind.

Gone are the days when people respected us,

These days it seems we are losing their trust.

We still fight and still die,

So that they sleep on the bed, on which they lie.

SHE

Those beautiful eyes and her long hair,

Makes me come out of my lair.

It’s been four days since I saw her,

The strength to talk I could not muster,

I wish I could stop being a cat,

Cause for me it is time to act,

In another five days, she will be gone,

Then there would be no one to set my eyes upon.