I woke up this morning and before I realized it, penned down a few thoughts while listening to Time/Floyd.
(I am sure the same feelings reverberate within all alumni regardless of the hostel they lived in……………)
Coming Home
Walking down the corridor in NWSF at H4
Haunting voices beckon from each door
echoes of a forgotten time when
we learned how to live and soar ..
Sitting on the ledge, gazing back twenty-five years
thinking of the countless hours frittered away here
at times with deafening laughter, and at times
moments of a shared silence amongst friends
Inevitably leading to the last of the finals
and memories of our last night together
partying hard to Santana and Deep Purple
feeling a joyful dream end that night ..
Waking up to a new dawn the next day
seduced by the promise of a new adventure
Flying off to new destinations
Only to return after all these years and realize ..
This thing called “life” will always remain
a timeless jewel captured in these corridors
echoed in the smiles of the next generation
greeting me as I walk back to the lounge ..
To all of you living the dream right now
Thanks for adding to the mystique
of an ever-growing treasure of joy
that we all call fondly as “H4″ …
Cheers!