A PICTURE SPEAKS WHEN WORDS FAIL TO…
The entire area only for the students, this is Lappis for you,
Around the Baltic backwaters and amazing forest view,
Known for the student parties, known for the happening life,
Around the Stockholm center, with an evergreen eternal beautiful vibe!
KTH, Royal Institute of Technology, Sweden
This time the college life is much different,
There is not much in and around,
There is fika, there are other vibrant,
But there is not much in and around,
The place is above the dreams,
More than beautiful it seems,
The sheen and elegance of Stockholm,
The art in every stone,
Yet there is not much in and around,
Might be the mind is not much around !
In the loud world, sometimes mirror speaks the most,
It reflects sometimes hazy yet true to the host,
Behind the shimmer, behind the glare,
You are subtle and aware!
The city of elegance and the capital of calmness,
Surrounded by the Baltic, and its holiness,
Enriched by the fika culture and surely by the students,
A typical student city and the capital for prudents,
The host of the nobel prize and the pride of Scandinavia,
The city accolades the best at city hall and even other trivia,
The beautiful city life , with forest and beach even at centre of city,
In summer, back water reflects the sun’s beauty,
In winter, the back water host the ground for skiing,
The city is sheer love as holds the butterfly feelings.
Sometimes I think, where am I leading to,
Had some dreams for me, am I leading to,
Standing in the middle of twenties, standing in middle of path,
A train to catch on, from the bower of wrath,
An easy path to go on, outside the wish,
Or to take a turn against the swish,
Unable to understand, unable to lead,
Moving towards right but against the creed,
It’s tough to follow but sometimes tougher to take the call,
As I witness the fog in fall,
Quite unclear, quite surreal, Quite a love,
I dream more against the current verve!
Daily I witness a home of one,
All day, the bird nests at the top of helm,
But I feel bad for one,
As the leaves are falling in a run,
The autumn is going through like a shun,
The winter is coming but taking the home of one,
With in time, I will be unable to see the home of one!
As all colors are going to be white without sun,
I just wish, she manages to nest at the top of helm,
She finds another city and any other elm.
