Nostalgia

I have been wondering of writing a blog for a long time, mostly because of the fact that I was kind of bored of doing the daily job routine. It is not really recent that I have been putting down my pen, but has been years that I have secretly written. With so many things to write about, I couldn’t pick a single thing as to where should I start. But then the question was answered when I was scrolling through Facebook, looking at my juniors who are passing out, and it is at this very time around two years back I wrote this for my batch mates. I being unluckily a 5 year dual degree student at my college, had to see my 4 year B.Tech friends walk away.

Every year I sat in the farewell of my batch, watching my seniors graduate. They would all tell stories of their stay at the campus, and me being a junior was all ears listening to all the advises they had to give.  But eventually when the time came for B.Tech fellows of my batch to say good bye to the campus, I had a shun silence inside me. I knew it was going to happen eventually, but realized it was so very near in time when I saw them one by one take there memento, give their speech and talk of what will happen in future. I realized I will be left with very less people in the campus. When I would come back, this campus won’t be the same. It won’t have more than half of my friends and  this thought of emptiness just left a tear trickling down, after all, we shared 4 years with them, seeing all the ups and downs. And that very night of the farewell, when we said “we will meet again”, I wrote this poem which is very close to me.

I Will Still See These Walls

I will be here when you are gone

Far away settling down

I will see the stars alone

And even the dawn

I will survive I know

But will miss your presence

I won’t be unhappy when you go

But can’t be happy in your absence

Life never stalls

And this feeling seems so lame

I will still see these walls

But they will never be the same

I am sorry for my mistakes

But I think you forgave me already

I am glad to have had stakes

With you my buddies through the journey

You have completed it

I am still left to go a mile

It seems these years were petite

In the stay here in exile

I cannot express, but I’ll miss you all

I am happy, to my life you came

I will still see these walls

But they will never be the same

                                                   - Som Bose