@nimue_:
Friends, maybe lost, or not
Knowledge, never used, but sought;
Time, the silent lover and enemy;
those bitter sweet college memories.
@sumitrai100:
Sorry to Prof. Saxena for my countless marriages with his sweet daughter and his little wife,
No matter how much I try,I know,I would never find such an easy life
Lectures,Proxy,parties,coffee,
I might have passed but my heart still wanders in those corridors and remembers those beautiful nights.
@OhTeri_:
The boring lectures and the practicals to attend
some bitching and gossips, hidden love-stories that end
graduation ceremony, with tears and goodbyes,
it left them broken; promises, friendships and lives!
@alksmehta:
Fresh memories of playing prank on teachers and bunking classes.
Plans for movies,parties and moving out in masses.
Link-ups,break-ups,lot more gossips that would never end.
Miss the adda in our college canteen where most time we would spend!
@kunalbaidmehta:
New found freedom, class bunks and proxy attendance formed a large part of college,
One never realized that in between all of this, you all picked up lot of knowledge.
If given a chance, one would always want to go back to those days,
Where the road was not very clear but yet we were all trying to form our own pathways.
@noddingtoMusic:
the parking lots that saved us from class
the boring professor, his sweaty mass
his droning voice ringing right to the back
and the looks of the prisoners gave us silent laughs
@parekhit:
He stumbled upon an old suitcase, Opened it and found a known face.
A face that he once wore, For him today its a closed door.
Memories came by but in haze,
It was his face during college.
@Gods_Evangelos:
The urge to wear what you want, the desperation to roam haywire,
The all time but changing crushes, the mind blowing backlog fires,
The group of friends and the boring places seem so lively in those days,
We always wanted it to end but tears, nostalgia, Hugs pulls our every Tire.
@dark_gal:
An ode to the Gulmohar flower,
That found its way to my unkempt journals;
Friends, maybe lost, or not
Knowledge, never used, but sought;
Time, the silent lover and enemy;
those bitter sweet college memories.
@sumitrai100:
Sorry to Prof. Saxena for my countless marriages with his sweet daughter and his little wife,
No matter how much I try,I know,I would never find such an easy life
Lectures,Proxy,parties,coffee,
I might have passed but my heart still wanders in those corridors and remembers those beautiful nights.
@OhTeri_:
The boring lectures and the practicals to attend
some bitching and gossips, hidden love-stories that end
graduation ceremony, with tears and goodbyes,
it left them broken; promises, friendships and lives!
@alksmehta:
Fresh memories of playing prank on teachers and bunking classes.
Plans for movies,parties and moving out in masses.
Link-ups,break-ups,lot more gossips that would never end.
Miss the adda in our college canteen where most time we would spend!
@kunalbaidmehta:
New found freedom, class bunks and proxy attendance formed a large part of college,
One never realized that in between all of this, you all picked up lot of knowledge.
If given a chance, one would always want to go back to those days,
Where the road was not very clear but yet we were all trying to form our own pathways.
@noddingtoMusic:
the parking lots that saved us from class
the boring professor, his sweaty mass
his droning voice ringing right to the back
and the looks of the prisoners gave us silent laughs
@parekhit:
He stumbled upon an old suitcase, Opened it and found a known face.
A face that he once wore, For him today its a closed door.
Memories came by but in haze,
It was his face during college.
@Gods_Evangelos:
The urge to wear what you want, the desperation to roam haywire,
The all time but changing crushes, the mind blowing backlog fires,
The group of friends and the boring places seem so lively in those days,
We always wanted it to end but tears, nostalgia, Hugs pulls our every Tire.
@dark_gal:
An ode to the Gulmohar flower,
That found its way to my unkempt journals;
An ode to the life now blurred,
By life, lies and tangibles, but never a college again.
This one made me nostalgic!
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