Few more days...

That one thing which I hate the most these days is , people smiling at me saying .."Ohh my God, you've only one month left to complete your college life. Then you'll be stepping into another phase of your life...".
These words hammers on my heart. I strange feeling engulfs me. As if my life's going to change to something I'm scared of. More than being happy about the forthcoming transition , I'm desperate to hold this moment tight, so as to stop it from passing out of my grip. It's not because the dreadful "Grand Viva" is at the door, not because the final M.Sc project presentation is drawing near. It's because , all of a sudden the warm kharagpur, seems so pleasant. Each street , the trees , the sky over the Tata steel complex seems all mine. It reminds me that I'll not be here after a few months.

My sister once told me "When you'll leave this campus then you'll realize its charm"... I can feel every word of it now. This place , which has nothing like shopping complex or city like amusement parks , has peace and serenity. The assurance that you are safe within its strong walls. The warm feeling of being known and loved , and hated may be...

So, every time someone reminds me of the short time I've got to spend in this campus , I feel like running away or scream on top of my voice so as to stop those unbearable words coming into my ears. This doesn't happen though, and I stand there listening with a fake smile on my face with my heart hammering hard in my chest.

I'm a big girl now,

Mom says I musn't cry,
But when it hurts my heart

I can't stop my tears.

I tried a number of times
to make my tears invisible
but when it hurts my heart
I can't stop my tears.

I sit in a corner unnoticed
with tears dropping on my lap
But , I wipe them off quickly
'coz Mom said no one should see me cry.

But I really wanted to cry
and wished someone to come
and sit beside me with a soft voice
asking "What happened ?"

Mom said, the one who
can wipe your invisible tears
is your "true friend".
So,I'll try to make my tears invisible....

Through the stained glass

Look into the world. Glaring bright light dazzles the eyes. Blazing heat fight against you with all its might, making it impossible to withstand them. Some struggle their way through this adversity, some fail and others give up. But, the light that blinds you can fill you with astonishment. Let them reach you through the stained glasses. Your darkened corners are enlightened by the mystical rays. These glasses battles with the cruel light outside and bleeds itself to protect you from them. You sit safe behind them to enjoy the colorful display unaware of the outer world. It gives you the illusion that the world beyond these stained glasses are much more wonderful. Years of fight , bleaches out the color and then you are exposed to the heat.

Am, I sounding vague ? Well, then let me make it clear.

Our life starts in these dark rooms , with mild light entering through stained glasses to enlighten our colorless mind and thoughts. Our parents guide and protect us from the scorching and biting outer world like these stained glasses. They fight against all odds to provide us a safe and happy shelter. They let the happiness and joy reach us absorbing the sorrows and worries themselves. Its a majestic and enigmatic life cherished with their protecting charm to keep you away from the bestial world. You love and care for them.
But slowly, our parents grow old. Their colors wear off. Prolonged fight makes them tired and enervated. They need support and much more care. It's our duty then, to do what they've done for us. Render them love , care and affection. If we aren't there for them, then they'll be exposed to the crippling glare to succumb. So, I feel that, we should think before chasing our own dreams selfishly, because they won't say or let you know that they are exhausted.