A Phase Called College Life

Swimming in a sea of faces is a memory.

A memory of the first day.

Hesitant smiles of many.

Few grins, restless to play.

A celebration, a fete.

The exuberance, the colours.

Within the four walls many a rooms awaiting the curious shuffle of feet.

Many a questions, varied answers.

Awake then asleep from time to time.

discovering companions on the way, yet to be called friends.

A drink called life, seldom sweet with the sourness of lime.

A place unpredictable, where every rule bends. 

Restless come for a stroll.

Bored, for a change.

Dedicated play their role.

Explore every new terrain.Hunger attacks in between.

With a drive to kick away the sleep.

Lead us all to the canteen.

Scattered in groups with promises to keep.

Back at class, enthusiastic hands scribble the present.

Many ponder over the future.

Mind boggling ideas with competetion to resent.

Many a spoilsports, many brains present to tutor.

Painted faces, many behind the mask.

Only a few behind the stage.

As we search for our identity we accomplish a trying task.

With a new perspective we flip the last page.

Unforgettable memories.

Lessons learnt.

Today imagination runs free beyond boundaries.

Days would be erased soon, smiles earned.