24 hours a day.
Too short, too grey.
Is there any day & night in a 24 hour's time??
I see one but feel none.
As every hour is engaged in an overtime run.
Run to college hours, learn something new.
Long day lectures making my brain skew.
Friends a source of entertainment even if they are few.
Run back to home to catch up work which is not new
Work till the end of day and continue working.
Till the systems are down or till the log-out time.
In the midst of all this, I take family time.
Ahhh, time, time, I am I short of time.??

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Memory vault is all we have, protected in our sacred souls.
Whispering now and then of our good time.
Things were different, so we were,
Now It's all the stories left behind.
Some stories are known, some unknown
Making us wonder, did we miss anytime..??
Paths drifted in all high time. Changing our lives and our fate.
Now I see my face.. is it same..??
Time just flew making us older, maybe wiser if I'm not wrong.
I wish I could make some changes, make something right.
Cherish every moment which were mine.
Now it's all gone, we are left with the sweetest memories of all time.

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"Alumni" what we call ourself with pride in our heart.
'Concept' not new but followed by few.
With few obsessed to do something new.
The notion was turned into motion couple of years ago.
My university, My college was all in our mind.
Visioning to build a castle of intellect and might.
SUDESH SIR, DASHARATH SIR
Our mentor, our guide.
Who thought us the rhythm of alumni.
With the help of legends we gathered many, just as bees gathered at the hive.
We remembered many, facilitated many, connected many, activated many.
Commemorated what was left behind and kind gestures surrounded everybody.
Ah.. N why all this.???
With full might we say
it's our college, our PRIDE..

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It all started at 9 in the morning..
Gathering the mood on human rights..
Carrying forward what was left behind..
Different dignitaries from different countries..
Came all along on the call of human rights..
Fantastic speakers one by one..
Speaking on aspects of human rights, dignity, freedom, religious conversion and problems thereto..connecting human rights of different countries in a small global village..
Different countries, different human rights..
Flavoring different taste on how it works.. Recapitulation of different dots..
Taking a dig on different ground..
Hours together consumed in it..listening to violations, way followed and way forward..
Refreshing a feeling of human right inside.
Human rights, human rights, what a wonderful right it is..
Will stand tall till the end of times of human race..

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Sparkling of light illuminated the universe..gathered hard n hard, dropped a ocean on the barren land.. The light's unseen till he turned 40.. Sparkling lil by little on the barren land.. He was mercy to the whole mankind.. Thought teachings to the unthought.. Lived as simple as no human being ever.. He was stoned for the guidance he brought.. Power of universe kneeled before him.. Seeking permission to crush them all.. What a mercy..!!! Prayed for them instead of harming them..Thought knowledge to the fullest.. Helped mankind to the fullest... Guided mankind to the fullest.. Placed others in front of him.. Ruled the hearts of mankind..with guidance and mercy.. Saved many from fire never seen ever.. Borne difficulties saving others.. Helped mankind in every bit.. Prayed for mankind till the very end.. Cried for mankind till the very end.. What a light!!! What a man..!!!


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The whole world seems unfair... Who winked everything which i care.. Thoughts fly in air.. As if, no one care.. Efforts go effortless..when i don't see what i care.. Miracles are far from my fate.. Keeping me far from the things i care ... Every moment spent with due care.. But useless, for i stand no-where..running here and there.. For an effort which didn't care.. Spend sleepless night pondering every inch which can be cared... Oh.. The fates game different. Making me stand in a position which 'I' don't care.. Making me helpless to achieve what i just care...

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Solace of heart and serenity of night.. Do both go hand in hand.. Disturbed environs and state of mind.. Nothing to cherish nor admire.. Just a mess everywhere.. Tangled in predicament, none to say.. Struggling to share in an isolating cave.. Condolences come from everywhere.. Being to strong n much more.. I was strong then.. N I'm now.. Wanted my way.. Which is hard to turn.. People console as there job.. But i don't care.. N heed to them.. None useful nor useless.. Just they don't ethos to the system in me.. We will see..we will work...till there is shine in the darkness of me..

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Sometimes their is lots to speak.. Sometimes their is lots to hear.. Sometimes their is lots to express..
Sometimes it's just quite n quite ..
The tired soul.. With burdens on it..
Feeling to speak more n more..

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With serenity spreading all around.. just as a prayer hall in around.. to make a way to an angel stepping down.. with every step taken by her.. slow by slow just as a water fall.. sprouting hearts to an infinite end.. certainly not white.. but all in blue.. the steps rang, Bell's of love and joy.. moving more just as a waves in sea.. making all to kneel by her way.. the beauty was blue as pearl in the sea.. with the frizzy style to martyr all..certaily not a Curley hair.. The eyes looked joyed like the fine black stone.. bringing in love more and more.. she walked in heals tight and loose.. making everyone to still with their dazzled eyes.. making every motion not their own.. The golden rings hanging through her ear.. with tiny glass in her dress, reflecting beauty in her ownself.. making it bright to blindness dear..She cast a shadow blue as pearl.. with the very attire swinging in air.. a sided smile making her way..A smile to kill a million hearts by the way..Standing still lost in all their way.. she looked good beautifying the place..Making things go crazy by all their way.. with her beauty fainted few..Not knowing she is an angel blue..

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The place was new with new faces around.
I sat around with small talks with seniors sitting around. I sat, pondering and fluttering my mind , pondering of things which are uncertain, unclear by all it means. In an late- afternoon she just walked in, giving an introductory 'Hi' to the people around. she was calm at the outset,with the tiring day she went through..She was tired but not to show. As work was few with nothing new. From alphabets falling down in describing her, hailing praise and kneeling down. The attributes may be many, as I don't know her. Privileged to name few of a girl never met before. Books, source of joy too close to her, She reads them through pearls of her soul. Sketching is what burns her free time. Precise in her sketch unpaired,unmatched till the end of times. she spins to music of her soul, expressing her in classic dance free from all stifle. she palys hard with every part involved in it. Making her invincible and hard to beat. skates as fast, leaving the storm to worry what's going like a flash. All this defines a girl whom I have never met before. She is little genius the world knew her not. When unveiled, the world will leave her not..

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