Thursday, June 15, 2006

Woh Massal



She sat in the library,
On the table opposite his.
When he first saw her,
She was wearing a beautiful smile.

He sat there through the day,
Scribbling block diagrams
She too was into her own anagrams.
A few moments he got of bliss,
When he looked up to fetch his calci
N caught a glimpse.

She sat there, chirpy as ever,
D smile on her face gave him love fever.
With exams round the corner,
He got back to his book,
But at her, every few minutes he had to look.

He knew she was senior to him,
But cmon, a year isn’t a lot,
Her face, he just couldn’t forget.
By now she had noticed him,
His friend besides him said
“She’s been doing it quite frequently”.
His joy knew no bounds,
He was 10 meters off the ground!

And then came the moment of truth,
While he was studying the array of Routh.
As he was admiring his chocolate excess,
Their eyes met,
And he gave her his dimpled smile;
To his surprise, she smiled back!

In her eyes was an ocean,
The deepest one he had ever seen,
N as unbelievably as ants eating rats,
He hasn’t yet even bothered,
To notice her vital stats.

P.S: Who Massal >>English>> The Crush

© Karan Tolia 2006

Nothing Is As it Seems




If you see, there’s a big crowd out there,
If you think, each soul in the crowd stands alone.
If you see, this big city has the population as much as
Of an entire continent in the southern hemisphere;
If you think, there exist souls who are all alone.
The day begins with the cup of masala chai and ends with probably a peg or two,
All in the company of just I, me & myself.
If you see, people here have different species of friends
School friends college friends office friends n even train friends
If you think, one walks home alone after a hard day at work.
The day could’ve been great or the day couldn’t have gotten worse
No one to share the feeling with but one’s solitude.
If you see, one is very popular and can always get his way,
If you think, all equations are fragile as toys of glass.
There is no scale to measure the magnitude of the altitude of one’s solitude.

©Karan Tolia 2006