Insatiable Soul !

The paper felt warm, fresh and crisp
quick ran the fingers..stealthily but agile
as the thickness of the subject
seemed irrelevant, inconsequential

The busy touch of one's restless palms,
rests..then searches against every flipping page
the irresolute heart.. adds only to my spirited mind
as it hops about, through letters and words

Reached the end? Is that all? Or shud I turn back again?
Textual cacophony!! A disappointed feeling.
spontaneous closing of eyes.. a frown follows
soon it is flung far, away from sight but not from mind.

Ahh! It failed to satiate my yearning soul
with the words and essence, my cravings describe.
Disappointing another morning..how mundane, how banal,
even the newspaper eagerly awaited!!

Jnu Diary

As i had my third semester exams and didn't know what exactly was our syllabus(banking a lil too much on upsc skills and residual memory..i sat at the last bench with a fellow odia girl Garima Rath.. A sociology topper for timely and kindly help.
We noticed a young fellow ddistribute ththe papers out instead of the faculty...probably the PH.D final yearite.  The conversation in odia followed..
Garima: Didi this guy is marrying in December.
Me: Oh... How do u know?
She: He was inviting the chairperson.. I over heard.
(By this time the guy had already reached our desks)
Me: Handsome indeed..lucky girl someone winking my eyes to Garima..
She: What sort of a surname is 'Khuntia'?
Me: :-O he is Odia.. ?
She: Sorry Didi :-P
In the meantime the guy oblivious that we were aware of our stupidity.. Had come nearer discussing some aspects of the question paper.. Smiling sideways..

I let the matter go..
Garima mean time to deal with Jnu cold had taken out a zandu balm n put it on the desk.. For momentary respite i took a lil n absent mindedly rubbed a few on my eyes.. Next tears wouldnt just stop.. I couldn't open my eyes.. Neither f them..stood up to rush n wash my eyes... Bumped on top of the same fellow..who had tocatch me by the hand and leave me till d door of the washroom..
Meanwhile in the class..people just couldn't get what happened.. Garima stood and declared "it's ok.. She accidentally put balm in her eyes"
N when i came back the whole class was laughing at me...

Totally a stock of laughter among the juvenile delinquents..whole day people of my class are laughing at me !!!

Road always taken!!

The winter breeze chilling the cheeks,
Shoes...the new budding skin to thee..
As the walk past the lonely stretch,
Seems longer than it always had been.

I look sideways.. Buildings and flats,
The view ahead looks tedious..arduous..
The bushes by the side dull and dumb,
And trees beyond a clueless wood.

I strive to hasten my reluctant steps,
Feel the pulse beneath my watch..
Time doesn't seem to matter much,
Yet my mind wishes a quick return.

Hands in pocket, lungs gasping for air,
Books feel heavier on my shoulders.
Louder songs not calms my mind..
Hurried steps lands me back on my bed

Path-o- long..i would be back in days..
To enjoy you than scurrying away
On this long stretch my soul would bask
Warmly even on a cold winter evening!