Close to Heart

This is not a poem, not an elegy but feelings of my heart,
That experienced the reality of this life, the imperfect part,
Friendship make people great, love make them greatest,
But to find Love is like reaching the summit of Everest.

The god who has made earth, made this divine feeling,
Can himself live without having one for whom he has this feeling.
People say there is someone for everyone in this lost world,
But when I find someone, there is other one for that one in this World.

What should I do, after knowing such a cruel thing,
To give up that one, like many do being human being,
Or to write poems as shelley did near a river,
Or to choose a different path without any fear.

Life goes beyond all the problems, as it should be,
But life without love is doomed, pple say thou wrong, may be,
But I will strive to achieve the unattainable goal,
With more effort, more enthusiasm and more zeal,

Batch of '05

Once upon a time there was a batch in ITBHU,
That included some big guns, like me n you,
We roared throughout the places,
Now they are extinct in pages,

Starting from the genesis the person was Rajesh,
That has made the entire batch on shake,
Then their was non other than TPS,
Who was the big thorn in teachers’ass,

Next was none other then our beloved bhabhi
Who always used to say hanji, aji.
Who will forget the person,the bond who putted people at bay,
Inspired from the movie titled Die Another Day,

O’ humpty we were sorry we had our santa own,
Who can throw anybody by stomach of his own,
Then came the star very immodest jadaun the person,
Who used to tell everybody the secret reason,

No body was so capable then our bipin bihari,
But none of us shouted abki bari bipin bihari,
Katy is not so far behind, the metro boy,
Acted throughout the btech life like a playboy,

Rahul one of the smartest, one of the modest,
Still always used to say good bye after drinking fest,
People said There is no ghost of ghalib,
But can any one of us say after reading Govinda’s lips,

A word in hindi that i.e. sarvagya who knows everything,
But he had everything apart from that very important thing,
Dalal, person who once wondered through out the streets,
To search some guy, whom he can kiss starting from the feet

Who can forget the Manu, who made us all proud,
By fucking the bastard of zoo who used to shout,
Who can let that person out,
Name is pankaj but people made another shout,

Fubu,One of the greatest entertainer of our batch, is’nt
Who used to beat the romans in their eating habits,
Some people read history some creates it,
Kashyap was the guy who did the later is not it,

Well in hindi, We used to call “Samosha bhi hai”
As Mukesh. always shouted “ek paper aur bhi hai”
No body can achieve the rarest feat other than anshu man
Who made us all to say He man, He Man,

CIA tried hard to find the person who made the fault,
Some one of our batch called “Galti to jat kit hi” , and halt
Generations to come it will be hard to believe,
Such a person ever walked in BHU, barman, lives.

The scene is 2020 india and US went on a war,
Our PLD single handedly won the war,
The person who always tried for girls, mano ya na mano
Well diya is the name watch out for girls, right manu,

The next is the Microsoft champ, the baba,Who made A KT to dance on his feets,
The reason as we knew some body has to do the dirty work , on the streets
People used to eat medicines to cure Viral fever,
We faced the same without taking any medicines, the A-viral.

The luckiest guy the shukla who had all, the prettiest girl friend,
And a gang of persons who can call him, dear frnd,
When beggars die there are no comets seen,
When nimish used to win matches no body was seen,

The perfect gentle man durgi who achived heights in everything,
Be it academics, AOE or 29 or bolly, anything missing,
The master of novels, 29, and all games,
Saugi did it all without any world’s fame,

The cassanova is not so far behind, The person,
Is gavri who made all girls of VNS mad, everyone,
The person who we all respect, I.e. nitin,
Behaved throughout the btech life like tintin,

The real person who is man ka ladla,
None other than Maaa ka lounda,
Fatte, fatte, The gusy who worked like a machine,
Left us all with perfect ten and a wound in chin,

Ranjan, the mess manager or ranjan the Veer of Veer Zara,
All of us pray he should not wait for so long for his Zara,
The perfect son of his parents, the statesman,
Keep guessing he may give u gacchha all men,

Phoolon ka taro ka sabka kahna hai, Lakhon hazaron main meri bahna hai,
Ye mere bhai ka kahna hai, Shobhit shukla ka kahna hai, Mishra hai,

No we are gone, but still we have won.

Dedicated to my Batch CSE05, ITBHU

Once when I was thinking about an evening,
An evening that counts even more than a thing,

When the family waits for their beloved ones,
Including the parents and the young ones,

That beloved one whom they so adore,
But the lust of work has made their lives bore,

So where is the end of that waiting,
Once when I was thinking about an evening,
An evening that counts even more than a thing,

When the toll bell rings,
And the sun start singing the break of the dawn,
And the air start giving the feeling of the heaven,
But there is no end to that waiting,
Once when I was thinking about an evening,
An evening that counts even more than a thing,

When the poor farmer start singing the song,
The cattle’s acknowledge with the melodious tune,
The fields start giving the way to their fieldsmen,
But there is no end to that waiting,
Once when I was thinking about an evening,
An evening that counts even more than a thing,