Passing by...

I strut stupefied in the corridors that I once
thought were solely mine; but my foreboded
fears have taken their toll; it's now final
that I barely belong to these homely halls.
Why then do I flip my flimsy thoughts
over this that I now unown?
Time, that nasty, naughty fellow snaps, creaks
And buhahaas on my ignoble ignorance;
We both 'tis true, had a stupid stake-
Who will win- he or me?
Foolish and frantic I try running away.
Lo! But who's holding me back, back, back?
Let me go, get lost
with my tear-wet reminiscences...
Oh let not bind me with your blinding
bonds anymore...
Let me turn to lend a lean look
at what I have left behind
and what has left me behind...

Psst: I haven't done a 're-vision' on these lines, I merely wanted to ventilate my impulsive and mixed emotions, having bid adieu to the loveliest phase of my college life... :-(
Tears, Little Wing

The Ethereal

 The Ethereal
- I write this, to her...

I see the stranger strolling along the dusky street in
Pensive; her bare feet caressing the beaded frills
Of her couture ramped quietly on the raw pavement,
Led enticed as though by a magic wand in its flick,
Or by the paining strums of a guitar stringbroken;
The sulk in her grey eyes I can see well so veiled
The ring on her annualry, pearled and betrothed.
Eyes those sunk, engrossed in the perhaps moot
Heating up inside her- Could I, the unseen beholder
From all my ignorance void, wild and wide, so probe
It an unfaithful guilt over an undesired nuptial,
Or an unfulfilled dream over a non-dream?-
Cynthia smiles as my fancy tosses its thoughts,
While she on and on moves, where to unawares,
Wanes into the Abysmal, Unfathomable, Unseen,
And I slip back into my cold ole nothingness...