Love still remains denied to me

Can’t tell where the hole in the heart is

Can’t tell who the perpetrator of this crime is

Back are those unfulfilled dreams

Back are those un-reveled sunbeams

Sore wounds inside me…did you see?

Love still remains denied to me

Asking myself why did I even meet you?

Heart answers: those culprit eyes wanted to see you

Coming upfront the biennial pictures hoary

How can someone call it a love story?

Can I still get that unprecedented glee?

Coz love still remains denied to me

One true love, happiness and some fame

Even I had dreamt with you the same

Caught again in that retroactive mania

Retributions of insecurity and insomnia

My ego asserting that I hate you

But that innocent heart still whispers that I love you

Is there something incomplete between you and me?

coz Love still remains denied to me

Psenti sem

So off late things have been quite squalid. Oversleeping, missing early morning meals, buying just the extras from mess while giving loathing remarks to the prepared mess food(esp the unbuttered rotis).Well things there have always remained same altogether, may be a paid holiday for 6 months in noida had made us fastidious gourmands of good(read edible) food.

Moving along the rest of the routine of the day, there are not many classes to be attended (ofcourse if bhagvad gita hadn’t introduced tutorials).when the clock hits 4, a sudden realization of bathing our stinking bodies comes to mind(the deodorants could also be used as some (read most) of us do).Fitness freaks off to gym(like me) and the other smart chaps are either sipping hot tea on redis chatting about the singularity of the psenti semite or the immediate junior batch’s girls. Sky dusks and everyone is back to mess for the pathetic excuse of having dinner. Thereafter what happens in hostel rooms while playing “infected mushroom”  is beyond words. That’s where I think about my screwed up first year and I say it to myself "Totally worth it….."