College days.

An under-construction library,
remembered most for purposes quite non-literary.
A few beers, a few smokes,
and a wildlife of different strokes.

A canteen,
where food sucked, if you know what I mean.
Some sensible, many non-sensible words,
and exploring the world of absurds.

Three hostels,
crash course in world of colorful pastels.
Some back-bitching, some friends for life,
lessons for crazy whims, lessons for strife.

A central fountain,
less water, more memories to contain.
Many birthday splashes, many more random throws,
and endless lectures killed, viewing it from windows.

And the lawns, the yawns,
the dusks at khokha, and the lazy dawns.
The wi-fi, the nescafe, the fraud juice-waala,
Sec-6, Sec-4, kaali-ghata, dwarka ka raddi crowd saala!
Night-outs, fests, farewells,
creative outbursts and dry spells.
Exams.. testing your cram 'n' puke skills,
Monsoon crushes, winter chills.
And everything said, unsaid, done, undone,
those were the days of solid fun,
those were my college days, where it all begun.