OUR TIMES

As these times take us away,

As our ways are parted,
Carrying a few thoughts and a bag of memories,
Those voices, those bullies,
Those struggles, those victories,
Amidst a few failures,
With the family that gave us the courage to walk on the Worlds.

All would stay quiet and calm,
On the corners of our palms,
As our destinies designed,
With the intertwined paths,
Since the past four years,
Now separating out,
As each walks his lane.

They say all good things come to an end,
We believe that the tradition continues,
Shakespeare wrote “The world is a stage and we all are actors “,
We shall write “Our section was stage and it made us the actors”.

We lived in those smiles,
At times little tears,
Some spoke their hearts,
Some fought their fears,
But all came,
All embraced,
Exchanged lives,
Some became boyfriends,
Some became girlfriends,
And a few couples,
Some friends and then the breakups and then the foes,
But all stood together,
Studied together, ran for applications and internals,
Sympathisizing at times,
Helping at times,
And even mocking in the absence.

And now the time has come,
When we lift our bags,
The memory bundles,
The heavy sacks,
With moist eyes and little smiles,
Slowly on our ways in the miles,
Our souls shall stay,
As we move on the way,
Waiting for our lines to cross,
Hoping to get across,
For some span,
At some point in the time.