Wednesday, December 28, 2005

fake and ordinary

just like all others, i spent four years on these grounds
these walls, these halls, these rooms.. know that i did!
i too attended the same classes, had the same teachers,
read the same books and heard the same silly jokes
each face was the same, voices weren't different either.
but when i come back for a visit or two...
i feel nothing, nothing that's true!
the walls and halls are exactly like before
lockers haven't changed their colors either
chairs rest at the same old places
and the boards are again covered with markers.
teachers walk the way they did
they teach and talk the same sweet thing.
a smile comes upon the faces i see
greetings and wishes run back and forth
conversations are striked and carried out
new days and experiences are told with passion
heard with eagerness and complimentented with love
everything is the way it should be...
the way it always is with everybody
yet, there's no attachment.
the passion is fake and the smiles are ordinary.

2 comments:

Vivek Sharma said...

"everything is the way it should be...
the way it always is with everybody
yet, there's no attachment.
the passion is fake and the smiles are ordinary."

Can't point out why, but the poem ends poorly! Maybe I was expecting nostalgia! A passage in Of Human Bondage by Maugham comes to mind after reading the first few lines... maybe you would want to read that book!

Prasoon said...

did u happen to visit ur school btw?

nice words n true too..
everything is the way it should be...
.
.
the passion is fake and the smiles are ordinary.