These empty beds,
And the silent rooms.
Have we got to the end?
The days really have come to an end.
The tress, the birds, and the lady bugs,
When will I meet these buds again?
Morning Yoga and Morning walks,
Are what I always waited for.
Landscape and OU's nature,
Made my whole gallery fill with her.
Walking to the college and to the hostel,
Days have gone by just like a tide.
Going to the mess hall with my friends,
Conversations in there just don't end.
Walking to Arts whenever we wanted to,
Talking for hours on the green grass and shades too.
Group studies and night outs,
Workshops and Labs,
Civil and CELT,
Instant plans and escaping seminars,
NCC and Ratnadeep,
Saraswathi and Yellamma temple,
Arts Landscape and Health center,
City wok and Tasty crunch,
Cycling and our Adda,
Jamai Osmania and MMTS
Koti and Secunderabad
Bawarchi and Sri Ramana,
210 and G4
Who could've thought it would end this fast,
Time machine is what I wish for at last.
Adieu to you
And I'll miss you.

She tried getting up from the beach,
That she's drowned in deep.
She couldn't get herself up.
Her soul got vanished into the sea.
She could move though,
But it wasn't her.
She could talk though,
But it was silence.
She was a puppet,
Had her feelings, thoughts buried in,
Her words faded within,
Her self melted into air thin.
So she went into the waters again-beach.

She's so greedy,
She wants everything to herself.
Thought the sand beneath my feet was mine,
She replied by taking it away with her waves.
The moment I got in she embraced me,
Loved it but she then pushed me back.
Before I turned she took me in,
With another wave again and again.
Tried to get hold of the sea shells in my hand,
She made them go and hide inside the sand.
I then climbed the rocks there,
She didn't even leave me there.
Made me slip and get into the beach.
Is she greedy or does she love me?
I'm not sure I don't think I know,
I only will, when I get to the beach.
Only when I get to the beach again.