Dazed.

Seeming like I went to the bus and walked right back,

Such beautiful days they had been,

5 days of crazy laughter,

We all were Queens.

Knowing teachers like never before,

The fragrance of care, an aura around us,

Chance of depression being very lean,

We all were Queens.

The cold mist turned us over,

Showing the probable destruction,

We stood side by side, heard and seen,

We all were Queens.

I was just guessing,

Nothing seemed real,

A twelve dozen uncontrollable teens,

We all were queens.

I'm back home now,

Everybody was.

Visions of the past remained blurred and bleak,

Who cares?

We all were queens.

Dedicated to all the still crazier human beings who were with us, who laughed along, who cried along,

They call themselves teachers,

We call them parents.

:* to every single person responsible for Success this bright. Alhamdulillah.

Pressure.

The expected torture came up from behind,

Snuggling me close,

Me, it tried to compose.

It writhed and squealed,

And my muscles it whipped,

The words lashed out for good,

My brain,

All in all, a magnet to pain.

I cried with shame,

My eyes red rimmed they were,

My heart fluttering with despair,

Gone was my aim.

To try that hard and fail so nice,

I realized I couldn’t buy victory with my cries.

I have two more chances,

Two more dances,

I couldn’t trip, I shouldn’t fall,

But it kept me awake and did not let me dream

I had a part of my life to redeem.

It called me shameless; it called me gut-less,

It called me worthless; it called me careless

It wasn’t misery, It wasn’t a disorder,

It wasn’t any obsession nor was it depression.

It was only a four letter word.

It was exams that had me chained to grief.

To try that hard and fail so nice,

I kept realizing I couldn’t buy victory with my cries.

Love, Kiss my sear,

Trust, Wipe away my tear,

Faith, be sincere,

And everybody else,

Tell me there's luck still to appear.

My wet heart struggling to beat,

My tears dry of emotion,

We were tired, all of us

Of Decameron, Boccaccio and Erasmus.

I had me to mend and for that,

I knew, I needed silence in the end.