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!
A time comes where the hands stop writing,
But still, you need to put your words for binding!
Now coffee is a medium than a beverage,
For small talks, to sound like sage,
To discuss the life stories, or to keep the heart out,
To keep alive, during the sleepy bout!
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 !
Sometimes you are much more passionate yet realistic,
Sometimes you have energy, yet artistic,
Sometimes this is your profession, yet you are fascinated,
Sometimes you have all physics laws yet remains uncalculated,
Sometimes it demands efforts out of your brains processing,
Yet you like the craft as you cuddle it from raw to manufacturing !!
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!
Why I have lot of things in my mind,
Why I am not still ,and daily rewind,
Why there is still loneliness deep down the line,
Why I am silent yet whine,
Why I still scroll up and down,
Why I am scared and frown,
Why my life is in a hustle,
What can I expect from inside tussle,
I know the time is running and have a lot to do,
How can I manage myself between me and you,
I am struck, I am in middle of my fights,
I lost the space in between the dark lights,
I kill my time, but why can’t I kill my thoughts,
I still scroll back to the time, and try to shape like wrought,
Still a lot to bring out of me,
Still a lot to clear between you and me,
Still I have to pitch for something what I feel is big,
Still I come across the lines which I have to rig,
Still I write for the stories I have in my mind ,
As I still wait for the day where I unwind,
Why I just have to keep my thoughts to myself,
Why can’t you hold and unfold the stack of shelf,
The shelf of my memories, and my desire,
The stack of piling pressure and the live wire,
Daily sun comes and set to the opposite,
So why cannot my beats hymns with the opposite,
Why I do need to convince myself, Why…
Some instances pictures differently,
Some memories affects seldomly,
Some thoughts affects deeply,
Some moments you react strangely,
Sometime you love ineffectively,
But some day you must try to live happily.
Lappis Beach, Stockholm
Why I wish for the people around me,
Why I wish for the light to enlighten me,
Why I need the glare to sparkle my soul,
Why I need hands after my fall,
Why I think about the future,
Why I feel the pain of nurture,
Why I just wish for the time to run,
Why I don’t cross the clouds and fetch the sun,
Why I am in love with night,
Why I am looking always away from the sight,
Why I am not in a state right now,
Why I try to run from myself now,
Might be, I know the reasons of my thoughts,
Might be, I am afraid to accept the noughts.
Unlike the fall, when you wait for the rise,
When you sit beside, to wait for the sunrise,
Around the beach, around the friends, around some music,
You wait to feel the calmness and hymn for the sync,
When you just think too deep, too sharp to feel that glory,
At times, when you wait for a shine in your story,
When you wait, watch and feel the breeze,
While around the bonfire but still in a state of freeze,
Still you awe the beauty around you,
Cause at times you love the serenity around you!!
