Life is a bubble gum

Life is a bubble gum**.
And all the bubbles burst eventually.
Leaving behind just the gum.
Sticking memories to the history.

**Read chewing gum

Leaving my room behind

Leaving my room behind one fine day.
Leaving my cozy cloister.
Bundled up my stuff in the morning.
Silently unstacked my books.
The bills from the walls were
Torn down too.

Was all predicted by me.
Sad?
Mystified?
Infidel, My comrade?

Fast lane

It is really a fast lane-
The life.
Time is at a premium here.
Appointments are doled out here.
Schedulers heavy at use here.
Birthdays reminded by alarms here.

Yet, I look back and yearn.
For those "fursat ke raat din".
Time was never premium product there.
Appointments vacant.
Schedulers awaiting.

When you reach there,
You look back at those days.
Not for a fast lane.
Yearning for a not so fast lane.