Separation.....

Life is a wonder that none can define,
it gives you lot of surprises...
good and bad memories,
love and hatred,
pain and pleasure.....
everyday you meet new people,
but few of them remain in your space,
several faces remain with you for long time,
BHU is a home, that we all find
a different culture,
when a new student comes, its an ocean of differences,
but in a short span of time,it becomes a part of your emotions,
the same old hostels that hosted lakhs of students,
the corridors whisper the stories of adventures,
the mess that remind you the face of maharaj,
the wahing room where you all dumped your dress,
most notable thing, your partner in your room,
the walls of room remind your pesence every corner......

walking in the hostel road,
push you to your good old days,
your favourite places,
VT or Madhuban,
Triveni or Naveen.......
but Lanka is a place,
where every one loves to move
in the odd hours of night ,
in the shades of electric light and sleepy trees,
moving in the campus, as a wandering ghost,
that looks for a solace of fun and joy....

the roads are empty now
the hostels look like a dead place
silence prevails in class rooms
as no one is there to shout or speak....
the tea corners are closed,
even Bhim and Bahu sab have enough free time......
But who forgets a batch that
was so close to our days.........
Miss you guys too...