that day was 28th when the clock struck past five

Every evening will have a sunset; for years to come
And thousands of dusks ahead will be golden and beautiful…
Every month will have a twenty eighth
And the coming would veil yet again a lot in itself
Everyday sometime; the clock sets past five
Yet …
A few of them
are remembered…
in dreams and in realities
and in real dreams and dreamed realities


“they will be past ...but won't die...just for a while be lost...
their souls will be air which forever blows”


And then…
someday again;

the instances will dissolve
the dribs of time will sprinkle…
True lovers will kiss
And hear a clock nearby pour to them those moments
That had happened
Sometimes past five
Someday when it was twenty eighth
And an evening will suddenly be beautiful for a while
Few words would be sweeter as never before
A promise would be made
A hug would be accepted...

The dusk will whisper the voice of a blown breeze


“But the sun would set even that day …”

lots left...Still

whenever i go home and switch on my laptop i wonder sometimes why is it taking so long to get wirelessly connected..... its then i realise... "gosh m on holiday.."

today i sit with my laptop..... exactly similarly as i did on the day i got it from college.......

everything's same...

even the colors on the wall..... the curtain... that walk on the hostel exit slope....
those sitting beside the library fences....

the department profs... their bikes...some cars...those classes
those evening coffee time....

the unusual singers in bathroom..... singing really bad... but made memories

those " tuney assignment kiya..."
"kal kiska class hai.."

"tu de raha hai midsem..."

those sense of pride in sleeping peacefully in spite of short attendance....

someone just told me we became engineers

someone else said its over....... but i still save the admit card to my last semester...

i got a feeling..... that lots left....... STILL

it can be... isnt it.