Homage

You welcomed with open arms,
a worn thirsty traveler, traveling
in the torrid desert of ignorance,
under the scorching sun of chance.

He was like a sapling, subjected to
gusty winds and frosty storms
- the tests of resilience, and now
moves on to scale unknown heights,
swim in uncharted waters.

He bids good-bye, mind drenched
with memories,  heart with emotions,
and promises to be back, to pass on
all that he got, the only way,
perhaps, to pay you back.

(This is an homage to my alma-mater IIT Madras)

Life - a notebook.

Life....
is a blank notebook
sans margins,
with white pages
scribed with nothing,
but my initials.

The last page is,
the most neglected,
though it bears
the notebook's weight .
It's only wish is
to have a black margin
and a verse in red
written by you.

A last wish, lest, it is
torn and crumpled,
like it's ancestors.
After all, a notebook
without pages is only
as good as my life
without you.