I can't stay!

After so long, I've entered here
These halls, where are discussed, bulls & bears
These hallowed halls, where learning happens night & day
Precisely the place where I can't stay!

For days now I've loitered here and there
Avoided attending classes or sat in the rear
Bunking classes started way back in May
Hence the reason why I can't stay!

Knowledge flows freely in these halls
Din of students noise drowns roll calls
Soporific atmosphere, sleepy all lay
One more reason why I can't stay!

In these rooms, people burn midnight oil
In pursuit of greater learning, they do toil
Making great men and thoughts and moulding the clay
Yet, I tell you, I can't stay!

There is another place, where I found my call
Planning, discussing with friends and all
Sun lit that room with all its rays
That is where I loved to stay

That room was steeped in history rich
Soaked in creativity, bizzare thinking & kitsch
'Heaven on Earth', 'Paradise' , is what we say
That is the place where I'd stay!

For six months were spent in that revered hall
Where we made stuff great and tall
And where for eternity my thoughts would lay
That is indeed where I'd want to stay!

Blood Red!

There was a great thunderstorm, it poured for days at end...
And then the floods came, they wiped off all semblance of a civilization
Of a civilization, that was a jewel on the face of this earth
And now all lay rotting...dying...decaying

It all began with the great hordes who gathered onto the streets
Death to the shah, they bellowed...Down with the great Satan...
And in the majestic imposing palace ,the divine one lay
Hiding, Cowering, Behind the gilded throne

And then one day, God's shadow on earth fled
Taking with him, his pride, his prestige and his power
And in the streets, a sea of black turbans flowedRejoicing...Celebrating....The fall of the dictator
That day was a chilly day, when the exiled son returned...
Millions thronged the tarmac for a glimpse of he who had disposed of the mighty

He, who was believed to be none other than the prophet of the age
He, who would liberate the tainted souls of his brethren...
Yet, he was but a mere mortal...Power blinded him
He sought more power, nothing could quench his thirst for the absolute

And his own people, became mere pawns in his quest
One sacrificed here, another martyred there...All in the name of a great revolution...
And then one day, a scheming neighbour attacked...Sending shockwaves through these proud yet desolate lands
And the turbaned cleric, once again screamed
Sacrifice all... For the cause of the revolution

Millions perished in this lost cause...Some died a brave death, battling the enemy
Others died a pitiful death...
blown apart as they cleared the way
For the other glorious would-be martyrs to attain paradise

These soldiers of revolution were armed with plastic keys
They had been told, these were the keys to heaven
They would open the gates of paradise
Where the martyred would forever stay...

Soon, the soil became red in colour
Rivers of blood flowed in this land sacred
The madmen yelled...'The Revolution demands Sacrifice'
And millions more were lost...

And then one day, when the rivers of blood finally subsided
It left behind a decrepit, decaying, rotting corpse of a nation...
Yet the turbaned atop the pulpits bellowed The Revolution demands sacrifices....
The Revolution demands Martyrs....