Stems

Basketball court was where we dunk,
Canteen was the place where we hung,
Coca cola was what we drunk,
Class was what we bunk,
Audi was where we sung.


Practicals were the real fun,
Lecture were the sleeping ones.


Physics numerical were off the mind,
still thinking we would shine.
Chemistry was so boring,
Don't you dare to call it scoring.


Language was never done,
Comments were still a-one,
and marks were still just none.


I still remember those days in school,
Sometimes looked down like innocent goose,
We're pride stemians "Yes, you fool".


I just wish to have those desks back,
my shoulders with that bag,
wish to sleep once more in that lecture,
and have fun in physics practical,
play with H₂SO₄ again,
those pranks scored 4 a again.

Blogger's share

There's a function, party, wedding,
I have to be there
but people like me don't care,
but still I care,
care enough that it is in my brain to share.
But this 'share' does not worth,
worth enough to be cared,
that too on blogger's share.

Blog Archive I like you dear,
wish had more options there,
maybe Life on surge too young here,
here on blogger's share.

My first poetry born here,
tried to make it rhyme,
I think I'm clear,
clear enough,
enough on blogger's share.

Publish it or not dear,
save preview now it's clear,
still feel I'm not over here,
here on blogger's share.

Will ever Google reach here,
to read the rhyme 'Blogger's share',
do I worth enough here,
here on blogger's share.

something OR nothing

Don't you feel, you know nothing. But still you have something in your brain. And you can share something by focusing on nothing. This nothingness in your brain in itself is quite wast enough to lead you to something.

I know you are confused. I tried to keep it simple, but simplicity in itself something hard enough to get. Nothing surprising, and I feel in the last few something seconds you know that I have nothing to share. But something is still on and going in this something OR nothing.

I never went to stage

Boy on the stage going good. Nice speech!

The Conversation

I'm in.

Want to make an impression. Trying to say something, something good, something better than what others are spitting. I'm in, in the crowd. I've things too good in my mind, despite of the fact that I know 'I don't know'.

I went on the stage, took the mic and now I'm saying they are listening. They are appreciating 'oh! how can he, the unknown guy, oh so good'. When I walked off the stage the, all the crowd was appreciating me 'congo bro!'. I still can see myself coming off the stage.

It's all over I won, but I'm still in the crowd.

my first year as a dropper

What was in my mind when I decided to drop a year study and prove myself. Yes, buddy I have the potential to make an impact on the world.

What its like to roam with pass certificate awarded and still 'I failed'. After knowingly or unknowingly wasting my series of what so called my 365 days, being mistaken again and again and again. Sometimes things may not make sense wow came to make impact on the world and here you are, this world made impact on you. Do you still care 'bout this world. No I don't (but yes I do), somewhere deep I may call.

Zero

We all know Aryabhatta invented zero. So simple but this simple zero would've been hard enough to explain. Just think about the ancient time when human race was still on the verge of evolution. It would have been hard enough to explain zero.
Just visualize what the class to explain this would have been
4 apple on the rock "Oh it's four" 
3 apple on the rock "Oh it's three" 
2 apple on the rock "Oh it's two" 
1 apple on the rock "Oh it's one"
0 apple on the rock Student staring.

The Begining

Blogger account created. 

Template selected. 

Title defined. 

All customized. 

But still sitting with my hands folded in front of the screen trying write some shit. It's the winter morning all literature in my mind but still nothing to write. That's how average blogger start and even end. Not because I  have 'nothing' to write, but because I have a lot to write but unable to focus at something from 'nothing' going in my cerebrum. Well even that's a funny thought to think about the existence of nothing in this world. How can there be nothing.