Looking Back...

Looking back, over my shoulders 

I see pages flipping with the breeze 

I see pictures smiling and peeping through those pages 

As I sit to contemplate my learnings over the ages 

Sweeping breeze.. sweeping me in its embrace 

Embracing the scrawls of my life 

Those scribbled mornings, noons and nights 

And as I flip through my chaptered days 

I chance upon my MBE phase 

Those lecture rooms and endless hours 

Hushed whispers synchronized with frequency bars 

That pleasured talking as professor teaches 

Lost pleasure, when the lecture finishes 

Are woven deep into my learning curve 

Forever framed, forever preserved 

That coffee smell... still lingers on, refusing to be contained in its cup 

Brewing pure longing in my nostalgic pub 

That ten bucks which I still owe to my mate 

Is safely secured in my pocket, till date 

Reminding me of those good old days 

Those reckless spendings and our careless ways 

That early morning rush for the lecture at nine 

And being shown the doors for not making on time 

That comforting hug, that laugh, occasional sniffs and the gossips too 

All form a part of the package, without which I could never do 

Those essential lessons of loss and win, since I bid adieu 

Are etched safe in my skin aiding me scale heights anew 

My failings and feats, highs and lows 

Are well-chronicled in those long travelled roads 

And I know, that the blue gates which welcomed me every morning 

Still wait to creek a welcome 

That familiar lane of Benito Juarez, still calls me for a ride 

Pulling me towards itself to the comfort zone of my campus life.

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