We get back home….another day in college..
Long lectures….increasing our so called knowledge..
Flinging around shoes n socks…..
As if they were stones n rocks….
Horrendous is the feeling….
When Kancha (our servant) isn’t coming….
Guys are simply nerds…..
As they wanna party in herds…
The lists are then made….
To get liquor of a particular grade…
Drinking blender’s pride…..
Feeling the ride…..
Sipping kingfisher’s Strong….
Though its without a bong…
Smokes are marlboro lights….
Ensuring evenings without fights…..
Then begin the love stories…..
For which we need French fries….
Gurls begin to cry….
Without having to try……
Dialogues are delivered with aplomb…
Like soldiers placing bombs….
Some swearing on…. While some pouring on…
Dancing to the hilt…. To be sweept away by silt….
Counts lost on the pegs…
Shaky are everyone’s legs….
Hangover is the ultimatum…
Lemon juice is the homium…
Over is the feeling of ecstacy…..
Gone are the shoes gifted by mercy….n so on n so forth......
awsum...truly amazing...i didnt knew u r a poet too...
ReplyDeletearey nyc .. very touching
ReplyDelete@Monica - Thank you
ReplyDelete@Nidhi - Thank you so much..... all the boring lectures finally got to me n i started writing n all...... lol
ReplyDeleteae sharon, tu kya dictionary lekar baithta hai kya words rhyme karne k liye??
ReplyDelete@Divya- Its just der..... apne aap ho jaaaati hai.....!!!!
ReplyDeletehahahahaha
ReplyDelete@Manish - We seriously had fun in the very manner.....
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