My life through my eyes

Life seems to be moving in a fast-paced lane. Years have flashed by like seconds but nostalgia remains buried in my memories.

It took just one visit to my high school and the old memories came sprawling back, as if it was just yesterday! The vacant school benches spacious enough for only 2 but a bunch somehow clinging on to the minutest of available space ; the little classroom cupboard actually meant to house important docs but strewn with scratchy papers; the dusty blackboard where the formulas were rubbed off just after the teacher exits ,to make space for creative comments ; the notice board which once glittered with handicrafts ,chart-papers and posters the student-artists made; the teachers desk from where a constant vigil was kept……everything seems to have lightened up.

The interview

The euphoria of having qualified the first phase- the written aptitude test had yet not sunk, and there I was ,on the threshold of facing my first ever on -campus technical interview.

The waiting room was full of chirping peers,some murmuring about expected questions,some drowning over self-notes,a few even pouring over books….And a midst all , I was occupying the corner bench, slightly separated from the whole bunch but not far away to escape the constant humming of recitations …a sort of an echoing reverberation ….the technical terms being learnt by heart, repeatedly revised (even the articles were not spared) and far away, ..the sound of a bloke explaining ‘normalization concepts of databases’ to his peers…. sounding an astute philosopher !

It seemed a tensed room, so much so that I had deliberately distanced myself to find a quite corner. My bag was full of books,I had packed in hoping for some last-minute study( I was no different to my peers ! ) but I wasn't studying…I was day-dreaming ! dreaming about the last interview I had undergone.No. 29,No. 29, interviewee No 29 !!The last call brought me to senses ! and amid strange glances from my peers,I picked my resume and made my away to the interview room.

A lonely walk

                                                                                      A
                                                                                   night
                                                                             of darkness
                                                                     and haunting silence.
                                                                A solitary soul , walks alone
                                              and chasing him , are the creepy phantom shadows.
                             The woods has come alive with the scary echoes of the nocturnal world

                 Howling wind brooms the forest floor,as the resonating crumbles of aching dry leaves 

                                        conspires with the divine serenity and mysticism

               The lost traveler,scanning the world with a thought in motion ,all unfettered!
                                       belittles the futility of the alluring materialistic world
                                                            The wet grass, all trodden.
                                                                 Reminiscent of steps,
                                                                           he took,
                                                                           a l o n e,
                                                                            lonely.

Rohit

-A Fibonacci Sonnet
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A hundred passing thoughts

Its 3.30 in the night. The clock is ticking by. Each tick is resonating in my ears,amplified by the stillness of the night.The world seems to be in deep slumber. The silence of the planet is igniting my inner thoughts, my  floating-dwindling thoughts.My keystrokes are filling the void as I type.

My soul refuses to sleep and my thoughts flow as words.What am I writing about?Even I don’t have a clue.I just wanna ink my thoughts.I don’t need a reason,my fingers drag on to type,

One after another,the keys are pressed,the floating-thoughts are set in motion and they begin to live through my words.

No,I ‘m not here,

I’m somewhere else ,in the world of my dreams .

Perhaps I’m sleeping ….but my thoughts are awake,these refuse to calm,unpacified they flow , meandering along ,are my floating-expressions !