#schoollife
Wake up for school with suspicion,
Last day, my brother convinced me to go on day of sun.
Smell of early winds makes my lungs swell to the fullest,
"Go and freshen up as there's no time to rest"
Gotta go cycle with this absurd honor.
Gazing at every detail,
My hobby of gobbling every scrap leaving no more.
Putting my uniform though it balloons...
Can't rebel against it as will be "uniform" soon.
Going in tuk tuk hanging against the handle,
Foolishly embracing as if I'm still in cradle.
Sees the Large house with lots of crackle of giggle,
Finding me here will be like haystack having a needle.
Air will seem like hair oil soon.
Boy with shiny hairs seems the root,
Though he looks like cute pengoon(penguin).
Forgets to say "present" when heard my paper name, unaware.
It will surely swallow me in future.
My skin feels the warm yellow light patting it.
Can see the people building my nation when there, I sit.
Wooden unpolished little seats summon me.
My hip will go flat there sitting all day easily.
Chubby brown supposed omniscient woman dictates me to read,
At least now everyone is listening to me and I ?... won't need to plead.
Wonder if I know more than her, as she doesn't answer.
Rebuked, I feel when pursue more.
Will I do it again? Sadly Never!
A bell is all I want now to buzz...
My inner pet is hungry asf.
Yay! It buzzed...smells the air around me and adds a taste in it too.
But can't taste it myself, perhaps floor needs it too.
Whoa! Lean woman gives me money to buy more,
Though can't reciprocate to her so it is my today's lore.
Ah! I'm flying and no one can catch.
I bet they won't, as I go hide under the bench.
Ring buzz...ugh! is last thing I want.
Before that, relieving my bladder is must.
Some peeps push me to the wall,
Weakened my hands, soft and small.
Nvm, with new energy channelized, we sit again.
Aced the test, with my friend sitting besides, who's insane
Now he goes away like always, as before it was all in vain.
Won't be able to uncover his mask till a year later
Alas! Barely having my vision clearer.
Irritated she, directs us: "Head downnn".
Consciously, Sees my fingers with blue ink,
Regretting but someone with blue mouth, is a real clown.
No ego, No cage, No wall, I can see till horizon.
Sitting all day here and chilling, will I do? I regret none.
One by one, minutes by minutes, my mind bears
Hurray! Bell buzzed...everybody runs like deer.
My polished shoes now dusty, my tie loosened, more ballooned my shirt is,
I come home with my "only" cheerful smile I possess.
A Bell buzzed again...ugh! Gotta go to college.
Loves that dream so much,
Would remain there even if it was an endless maze...
Feb 13
Feb 13, 2026 at 8:52 AM UTC
शाळेच्या पहिल्या दिवशी न्हवती अक्कल
लावता येत न्हवते साधे चड्डीचे बक्कल
तरी निघालो शाळेला वयाच्या तिसऱ्या वर्षानंतर
हातात बाटली, खिशात रुमाल, आणि पाठीवर दप्तर
शाळेत अनेक गोष्टी शिकलो
इंग्रजीतली ABCD शंभरदा घोकलो
मार्क्स मात्र सर्वांना हवे होते पुरे
रट्टा मारून केलेल्या अभ्यासाने मेंदू मात्र कोरे
दिवस गेले, महिने गेले, गेली खूप वर्षं
दहावी आली हे कळताच गेला जेवणातील सर्व हर्ष
दहावीबद्दल घातली सर्वांनी मनात भीती
घरचे म्हणाले, "अभ्यास कर, आपली नाही शेती"
अभ्यास केला दिवस आणि रात्र
MARKS च्या नादात विसरलो सारे मित्र
सोडवले प्रॅक्टिस पेपर्स आणि लिहिलेली जर्नल्स सर्व
अभ्यास पूर्ण झाल्याचा मात्र अजिबात नव्हता गर्व
परीक्षा दिली, RESULT आला
सर्व मित्रांना फोन केला
मार्क्स मला चांगले पडलेले
CONGRATS च्या मेसेजने सर्व CHATS भरलेले
मार्क्स चांगले मिळाल्याने चांगल्या कॉलेजमध्ये झाली ADMISSION
कोणी IAS तर कोणी ठेवलेलं ENGINEERING चं VISION
कॉलेजच्या पहिल्या दिवशी वाटलं की आपल्या कडे होती खूप सारी अक्कल
कारण माझेच मी लावलेले माझ्या चड्डीचे बक्कल...
Jul 11, 2025
Jul 11, 2025 at 12:10 AM UTC
I remember the rain, heavy on our umbrellas,
the scent of wet earth as we walked,
silent, yet knowing.
You handed me the slippers first,
a small kindness that opened a password door in my heart.
In our classroom filled with murmurs and pages turning,
you sat in the last row,
your glasses catching the fluorescent light and time,
your hairband keeping time with your movements
You were a tomboy, you said,
but to me, you were softer than the world allowed.
A quiet building, an empty hallway,
fries shared between words that meant everything and nothing
The pull of something unspoken
led us up the stairs, past the classrooms where fans hummed
to a moment that rewrote us.
Afterward, we laughed in daylight,
separate yet tangled,
our conversations shifting between equations and longing.
You had friends; I had you in the quiet.
And then time carried us away,
first to different cities, then to different lives.
You reappeared in pixels and midnight messages,
a voice from the past steadying me in my new world
But distance is a slow tide,
pulling even the strongest memories apart
I spoke too much, stupidly shared too much, or maybe just enough,
and you drifted again,
this time with no promise of return.
Now, I hold you in flashes
the rain, the fries, the hush of a stairwell,
the echo of a name I can no longer address.
Mar 3, 2025
Mar 3, 2025 at 4:12 AM UTC
Early morning,
fog hugging the earth,
Coffee in my hands,
warmth in my soul.
A simple blessing,
A calm moment.
Jan 9, 2025
Jan 9, 2025 at 8:48 AM UTC
It's been a long, long time
Since I went to school
Therefore, my memory of those days
Is hazier than a cloud of fog
However, whatever I do remember
I remember vividly, as though it were only yesterday
Such as, committing the biggest faux pas of my school years
When I was in the fourth standard
By wearing a t-shirt and jeans one fine day
While everyone else was dressed in uniform
Disturbing the whole class by talking about cricket
And thus getting a nice scolding from the principal
When I was in the fifth standard
Crying in front of the whole class
Later during the same year
Exam tension getting the better of me
Enacting the role of a princess in a cartoon show
While on the way home
During the seventh standard
Failing in quite a few subjects
At the beginning of the eighth standard
After switching from CBSE to ICSE
Being forced into a trekking adventure
Thanks to the annual cross-country races
Scoring an own goal as a goalkeeper
During the ninth standard
Failing in a record number of subjects
During the same year
Thanks to my obsession with cricket
And last but not the least
Making amends for my past failures
By clearing the tenth boards with flying colours
I can go on and on
But I think that's quite enough for today
Aug 23, 2022
Aug 23, 2022 at 2:07 AM UTC
A crowd emerged
From classes upstairs
After washing their hands
They all sits here
In this room, biggest in the school
Where air is filled with, joyous molecules.
Oh, we had waited, for hours four
To step inside, the lunchroom's door
We all, me and my friends
Find ourselves on a bench
Our food in front of us
We join our hand.
A voice coming from mic
Sing a 'before meal rhyme'
Then start gossiping, this and that,
Enjoying the food, so good, we ate.
"Did you see the match, yesterday?"
"Me and my ma, are going to market on Sunday."
And we talk on every matter, that belongs to us
From a fantastic toy to every movie characters.
As soon as, we finished our meal,
Our lunch box, get sealed
And out of room,
We go in our classroom
But before we washed our hands,
As you all did after your meal
May be, it looks a little messy for you
But who cares?
Food and laugh, we all shares
In our, called with love, a lunchroom.
Oct 28, 2020
Oct 28, 2020 at 2:30 AM UTC
I miss the days I used to go to school,
I miss the blue uniform,
The oversized hoodies
And the black uniform shoes.
I miss the days I used to go to school,
I miss sneaking in snacks in the bus,
And the food fights with my friends.
I miss the days I used to go to school,
I miss the sports classes,
When we ran rounds together as punishments,
And made excuses to sit back.
I miss the days I used to go to school,
I miss classes where we passed chits,
The times when we did last minute homeworks,
And covering up for your absence.
I miss the days I used to go to school,
I miss you, my friend,
I miss your presence,
And all our times together.
Aug 10, 2020
Aug 10, 2020 at 9:56 AM UTC
Empty, light and dull,
My school bag rests on one of the walls,
Once full with books notebooks and pens,
Now bear and deserted it looks small.
Yesterday, while clearing my shelf,
My class VIII classwork notebook popped up,
Those were also the days,
When our copies were neatly covered up.
These days I sleep late at night
because Now there is no waking up early rule,
These days I wake up at nine,
As now I am not running late for school.
My wardrobe is full of colourful shirts
But wearing the white one daily I miss,
No sport shoe can ever match
Wearing white PT shoes bliss.
While searching for a bowl I found my Tiffin,
But there was no lunch in it
Also there aren’t those people around,
Who jumped attacked and finished it within a minute.
I still hear the interval bell,
In front of my TV when I sit,
I still hear those gossips and laughs,
While finishing my meal, those several hands I miss.
I was bored of studying the subject,
But I had no water bottle to fill,
And no school corridors to take a round,
I realised it wasnt the fifth lesson in school,
So I quietly turned back to my musics sound.
Every time I doodle
I remember bulletin board
I remember my house duties
Every time my nail grows
It’s raining and snowing these days
But nothing is as fresh as sitting next to the window in the class
Blankets in Quilt dont allow us to get out of our beds,
But nothing is as cosy asSitting on the seat at the last.
Donning my new dress, I was getting my picture clicked,
But it wasn’t as special as our last seat selfie,
CCD’s coffee was also not able to,
Match the taste of a canteen’s tea.
I go out of my home several times,
But never does it match the bunking thrill,
I take various Scooty rides,
But never am I able to showcase my reach school within five minutes skill.
Every time I get a call from my classmate,
Our whispers I miss,
Every second every hour every day
For those days to return I wish
At 2:00 in the noon
I go to bed for my nap
I miss returning Home from school
I wish those days could be swapped..
Sometimes we don’t realise
How the smallest things have a large part to play
And as the days passed, and time flies by,
It’s only memories that we are left with to say.
Every single thing at home
Reminds me of school life
I want to relive those golden days
Just one more time.
A couple of months from now
We will officially be ex schoolites
Teachers scoldings punishments and failures
After that For every single moment we will strive.
Apr 17, 2020
Apr 17, 2020 at 7:09 PM UTC
You embraced me with your glitterly hands,
When all I could think about was chasing darkness.
Your spiral staircase gave me hope,
When all I could think about was falling down.
Your speech about the world outside came to my rescue,
When my mind was drowning in the ocean of pessimism.
You were a cold edifice when I stepped in at four,
And now as I leave at seventeen , you are a warm home, wrapped in a cocoon, giving me sanguiness.
The concrete beneathe our feet is like a pillar of life, that moulded us right.
I was a lump of wet mud when you took me under your wing,
I cried when I dried because it's time to say goodbye.
I was enthusiastic by the paradise
Of your wonderful aurora
And I didn't know that I would miss this wonderful aurora.
And now as the sun sets,
Our chapter sadly ends.
"Ta-Ta" for now,
"Goodbye for a while".
Until we meet again ,
On a blissful end.
-LN & KB
Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 3:17 AM UTC
HEART IS TOO SMALL
CAN HOLD MANY THINGS
DEEPLY PENETRATED
MANY THINGS, MANY THINGS.
WHICH OUR MIND ALWAYS FORGET,
IT NEVER EVER DOES;
WHICH OUR MIND FAILS TO ACCEPT,
IT SO ALWAYS DOES.
HEART IS TOO SMALL
CAN HOLD MANY THINGS.
PEOPLE NEVER LOOKS
AT HEART AND SOUL
NEVER THINKS, ABOUT THE ROLE.
NEVER THINKS, WHAT WE ARE.
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 11:54 AM UTC
*Maybe this was the last time,
That we were together.
Maybe the smile on your face,
Was the last thing I saw.
Maybe the words you spoke,
Were the last thing I would be hearing from you.
Maybe the joke you cracked today,
Was the lamest,
Yet the only thing I would be carrying with me.
Can I get any more of any of it?
Gosh no!
**Can all this last forever?
And never end.**
So that we could still be together,
So that we could still be us,
So that we could still laugh like we didn't care,
So that we could still crack those silly jokes,
So that we could still be the last benchers,
So that we could still annoy each other,
So that we could still sing those random songs together,
So that we could still be the best team together.
When you were on the edge of failing a test,
And was still smiling,
Was the best part of it.
When PTM's were just like any regular days!
When scoldings,
were as normal as drinking a glass of water.
When eating your friend's lunch,
Was the best thing to do,
While you brought something you didn't like.
When snatching lunch,
Running all around the class,
And the fight for the last bite was like a war.
When early morning games in the assembly ground,
Was our favourite.
When the ugly fights between the game,
Were just meant to last for a few minutes.
When nicknames were wicked.
When benches had a line drawn on them,
Assuring ones territory.
**Those memories,
Those times,
Can't we just freeze it?**
So that we could still be the best together,
And look at each other the way we did before,
And still ****** each others lunch,
And run, up and down the beaches,
And still have the same fun.*
Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 11:36 AM UTC