I packed my bags with tearful eyes....
As the train parted by heartbeat gained pain.
But I had to leave home , had to follow my aim.
Everyone showed me smile , but I heard their cries
I gathered immense courage and a smile on face.
Unaware of the atmospher , unaware of professionalism
I loved to be the captive of my home’s prison .
But I had to leave home , had to follow my aim.Now I realized “ Life is a tough game.
I came to the flat it was totally alone.
I cried in bathroom missing my Mom.
After some time my roommates arrived with a smile.
But my memories were as long as Nile.
I ran away to my sister to reduce my pain.
I knew there is still lots of confidence I have to gain.
My sis told me to go back and interact.
I did’nt knew what to speak or when joke to crack.
Oh!! Thank God…!!
I had fantastic fate I got 3 Stupid “Like me” roommates
When I saw the first “Laachari”
Dropped of her face.
But later I knew she has a bad fate.
She has a drop of blood and erect spine
Chopping vegetables is her favourite passtime
Covered cellphone with desi ringtones.
I bet if you could solve the riddle that –“ she’s sleeping or chatting via phone.
Something I admire is her Transparent Heart.
Sometimes I feel she was my “Patni” in past.
The second one is total different case.
Because when it comes to illness her no organ is safe.
She has experienced almost every accident in life.
When she walks, she flies like a kite.
She’s expert in cleaning and calculating bills….
In her cupboard she has thousands of pills.
All I know is her smart and helping mind.
If you loose your things in room she is a key to find.
The last is with the least mind.
Its just a joke I hope she never minds.
Her perfect companion is her cub and her lappy.
Everything she read she notes down in a copy.
She loves Fanta and dislike Coke…
You will die of explaning but she never comprehends our joke.
In her little horizon of mind
She has lot of worries.
To utilize her time in a bus stop she learns vocabulary…ha ha ha..
With distinct character we make a family…
We get scared a lot with “baccha” and “Emily”.
We share no Grudge and fights are too far…
Something we are actually fed up is uncle “Fart”. ;-)
