Poetry 1 College Diaries

I got my SSC results, joy in my heart,

Not for the grades, but the new life to start.

New college, new people, a world to explore,

New surroundings and atmosphere, so much more.

Friends urged me to fill forms, ten colleges, at least,

Dad was firm on ‘Berenson College’, his voice a gentle beast.

Maybe it was nearest, or his own hidden dream,

Regardless, I shopped, like a teen in a gleam.

A bag, books, stationery, shoes for the stride,

Got admission offline, ready for the ride.

College began, everything set in place,

Class teacher Mary Roberts, a familiar face.

Born and bred in a Malayali orthodox home,

Chit-chat with guys? I’d rather be alone.

Just girls around me, no boys in sight,

No flirty friends, just days simple and bright.

One day in the lift, a moment so rare,

The door opened, he was standing there.

Handsome, tall, a bodybuilder’s frame,

Tiny eyes filled with love, sparked my heart aflame.

Surrounded by girls, first benchers elite,

I didn’t ask them, they wouldn’t know this feat.

Who was that guy? In my mind, a constant stir,

In that brief mom

ent, my world began to blur.