transcend '10

on a wintry December night
many friends reminds of the past
a prelude to the future
or a dark incessant past...

life that has come to a standstill...
is far to be fetched and pushed..
a lingered glory of the own...
fated to be called life...

cashless we went to some "corner"' dark
called up the man we loved the most...
the man woke up and handed a bottle bleak...
some brand which mean nothing to us...

there we sat on some province...
a utopia of the realm that hardly exist...
guzzled till the last drop..
and told that we have a "8 am class"...

forced ourselves back to our dens...
the one we used to call hostels...
all that was left with us...
a sturdy debt of 400 bucks...

now that the day ceases...
sunlight filled all our rooms...
the 8 am class proxied...
and so we went to some 'corner" dark...

now on a wintry december night...
"outlooks" that have "excelled" our lives....
friends sitting at some distant places...
aloof and destined to be right....

I remember the debt that left unpaid...
now i chant hymns of the sacred past...
boast that we were the one who conquered the world...
left betrayed and lonely to curse our lives...

i have the cash and have the corner too
but dont have the friends rite...
no point lamenting about what we did..
its our sins that make our deeds....

on a wintry December night...
i remember of the transcend that we had...
may be some us who live my past...
but i am aloof, alone and waiting for the light....

on a wintry decmember night...
i remember my past....