Under a sudden attack of nostalgia, I went over my old stuff and discovered a veritable treasure trove of memorabilia I never suspected existed. With unconcealed glee, I went over them in detail, sifting through memories and laughing over recollections. I seriously don't understand why nostalgia is associated with wistfulness. It's such a happy feeling!
I don't much have a taste or ear for poetry. I don't understand it and I don't seem to appreciate it either. And so I never try to write one. So the following must have been written during one of those highs, which were so numerous during Final Year.
It was written with SatyaVrat in mind. Somehow, I could never bring myself to show it to him. Maybe because it was bad, maybe because I would hate his grin when he listened to it. I, nevertheless, discovered this piece with a squeal of joy. I reproduce it here in full, my cheeks burning in shame at the poor, amateurish effort.
सोचा आज कि लिखूँ
एक टेस्टी तुम्हारी याद में
याद उस दोपहर की उबासी की
जब ब्रह्माण्ड तुम्हारे मुख में विलीन हो जाता था
जब तुम तिरछी पड़ती उस उदास धूप में
मुझे सत्य का दर्शन पढ़ाते थे
और अंधेरे कोनों में जला कटा
कुढे मन से
एक साक्षर, सिनिकल सी मुस्कान से
मैं तुम्हारा प्रतिकार किया करता था.
जलता था मैं तुमसे,
ताउम्र शायद जलता रहूँगा.
PS: Doesn't sound that bad after re-reading. Eh SatyaVrat?