Memories

It's a strange place, this world 
where all the happiness
ends up in don't-remind-me-of-that account.


When memories become pain
when good moments bring tears 
when love gets lost
when life becomes a punishment.


Great is the memory of heart,
greater even than that of brain
that it stores each moment
and shows it with impeccable clarity
even a million years late.


When occasions become I-miss-you days
when dreams become wish-you-were-here messages
when darkness becomes I-need-you time
when life becomes I-love-you gift.


Every moment leaves behind 
a different impression on heart.
Happiness becomes fake 
pain becomes the truth.


When each tragedy relates to you 
when each tear signifies valentine
when each helicopter means remembrance
when each star becomes paramour.


Let it go,
don't lose yourself,
this is it,
forget it.


When these words
cease to exist.


Memories become drugs
a necessity for survival,
light in a dark stable,
hope in a corpse.


I wish I could let it go
wish I could forget
but I know it's futile.


For memories are embedded deep
at par for even water to reach.


Everything fades away
with waves, with time
and the only things that do survive
are nothing but memories
that shape your life 
and shadow your each step
and make it hard to forget,
make it impossible for you to let it go.


Memories are bliss,
memories are curse,
and in the end,
memories are all that matter!

LIFE AFTER DEATH!

There is a day
after every night.
There is a light
after every dark.
There is a hope
after every loss.
There is a life
after every death.


There is a happiness
after every misery
There is a party
after every disaster.
There is a way
after every end.


There is a love
after every hatred
There is a life
after every death.


There is an up
after every down.
There is a heaven
after every hell.
There is a smile
after every tear.
There is a life
after every death.

CARVER SIR - A LIVING LEGEND!

God has created many marvels but the legendry Carver Sir is the most remarkable of all. It can be rightly said that he himself is the creator of many gems out of raw stones i.e., his students.
His office is full of flowers but he always says that the most beautiful roses he has ever set eyes on are his students. For him, his family comprises of "jewels" - the Stephanians.
I dedicate this piece of work to the most honourable principal this world will ever see - Mr. Harold Carver - who has carved my person and mind into what I am today!


Sixth of thirteenth a child,
Carver Sir became
a God of Discipline,
a living legend.

"Never give up"
the St. Joseph student has truly lived his words.
Aroma of adventure
he filled in us
and gave us
dreams to fulfill in life.

A living legend, a great teacher,
a best friend
he aspired to be Naval Air Pilot
but became teacher
to teach us morals of life.

Dumbledore, many name him as;
God, many see him as;
Caeser, many portray him as;
and 'Man Of Dreams', many respect him as.

Rome was not built in a single day,
St. Stephen's was not planned in a single day
And all I want to say
even God couldn't create brains like him
in a single day!

WE ADORE YOU, CARVER SIR!