Sadness

I feel a feeling,
Somewhere inside the core of my heart
I know that this sweet feeling
Will never come out apart.

I can’t express it,
It’s beautiful, yet its sad,
It’s like a bad dream,
I don’t want it to come true.

It’s like a mother’s tender touch,
That takes away her child’s pain,
But for now, it’s just too much,
And it cannot be explained,

I can hear sad whispers,
And I want to reply and say,
I want all emotions and these sad memories
To simply go away.

- Written on 17th June, 2002

A summer evening / night

On a summer evening, felt like saying a prayer,
Feelings running deep, waiting to be shared.
Ambitions aimed high, they show up bare,
Just like the clouds amidst the sun rays.

The sun sets, its beauty heals hearts that break,
A small bud blossoms, only when it is spared.

As the moonlight creeps in ,
The world goes to sleep.
The stars are twinkling,
From the skies they shyly peep.

Reality is soon to be a memory,
Promises in the air,
Dewdrops next morning,
Its peaceful everywhere.

My first remembrances of U.S.A

Today, I finally find the time to actually write this down. Life has always been a journey for me. This journey started off with my friends and parents telling me goodbye and wishing me good luck, and me sitting on a plane to go to a foreign country.
I had no idea whether I still wanted to continue with this. I just wanted to cancel everything and come back to India. But there was the curiosity of seeing a new country, the hope of making new friends for life, having fun and getting a degree.
So there I sat, in that plane. I made a friend there right away. We spoke throughout the journey, and when the flight got delayed, we even stayed together.
I never saw her again! When I landed at GSP, I struggled to keep tears at bay, and I wont say how successful I was. Seniors picked me up and took me to the place which was supposed to be my home for another 2 years, CLEMSON. The drive was a rather uninteresting one, except for the conversation we had. The trees were withered, there was a sense of depression.
When I reached Clemson, people around me were helpful everywhere ..
Ok, let me explain helpfulness here. Help came in from all angles, must say everyone was an angel here, I slowly but surely made some friends. One actually learns the meaning and depth of the word ‘Thank you’ here… especially when a total stranger helps you out, and becomes a good friend later…
Well, so much for my first experience of U.S.A