PG LAB

A cold misty morning with haze all around,
A journey to explore ourselves by leaps and bounds;
The SPirit of joy, the SPirit of life.
All were engrossed in frolic and fun,
With the sole intent of returning as one.
 

Amidst the monsoon rains and artistic valleys,
There was music, there was ecstasy; the ambience was nothing short of a bliss.
Though they might call it a trek,
It was an amazing moment fostering relationships for life.
And all I could see were smiles, our faces glowing even bright.
 

As the hours flew by, the clock ticked away;
Some were even tired to call it a day.
In that utopian stage, nothing was grey;
Only beautiful flowers which sway.
As the night dawned on us, some did become a Gloomy Gus;
 

Like all good things, this too had to end;
Giving us far more than what we could ever spend.
Memoirs we could write for ages to come,
Feathers for a flight, that would leave the world stunned.
Let Him bind us together with His chains of love,
Wherever we go, let us symbolize that white little Dove!

Amit Raizada
23rd July, 2011.

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The Triumphal Epilogue

It was the first time I earned a salary;

Though oblivious to the complexities on the road ahead,

I believed all could be conquered with a cool head.

Utopian as my perspective was,

I was totally unaware of the word called 'Chaos'.

As I stepped into the real world,

Away from the bulwark guarding my formative years,

I took cognizance of many tears and fears.

I was well versed with all the rules,

Thought I could easily be the shinning star,

Little did I know about all those ridicules,

Whose sole intent was to poison with a deadly scar.

I fought with tremendous courage and will,

Only to realize that there was no way to transform the ill.

I fell down, and lost it all,

Started to doubt my own armoury stall.

They say, "Make hay while the Sun shines"

But they never said a thing about the dark nights.

I went back to my roots to seek answers,

But in vain.

All that had to be taught was already imbibed,

And the only solace now was the blessings bestowed.

With new energy up to the brim,

I made my moves, as a protégé to HIM.

As I resumed the game on the battle field,

I began to realize the golden rule,

That there is all but a rule to mentor a schmuck.

Like a dazzling splendour, truth blinded my sight,

Gave me the insights to know what’s right.

A resounding air of confidence started to blow,

I began to realign all my acts; and there I knew,

Attitudes are more important than facts!

Amit Raizada

4^th March, 2011.

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