SION days

Dedicated to all the sweetest people who share my sweet memories with SION!



To call that any hostel, even now I hesitate;
It's my second home where I had freedom's first taste!
Golden memories of it, I carefully preserve
deep in my heart, where they very well deserve.

The times we chatted into the stillness of nights
When we felt so good turning on those flowery lights;
When we found closeness in sharing a few bites
Across distance, these memories, still holding us tight.

My cozy bed at a corner of our room
Baloons, roses and posters decorating my walls
Where peace, joy and cheer ever bloomed;
Where anyone, who entered, came to pamper my doll!

When I returned from work - tired of pressure and pollution
To lie down and sleep - was all i could think of then;
But all that turned out to be an illusion
when I heared 'Haai's and 'Hello's welcoming me in!

When we teased each other and played pranks;
Where I learnt I needed to just hold hands -
when someone was down, someone was upset
I found a simple hug would be the best thing to get!

When we decorated our room for roomie's birthdays
When we smuggled the cake and gifts to give surprise
When pizzas were home delivered and icecreams ordered
I dint know that was life's yummiest slice!

When sharing was voluntary, that showed no boundary
From roadside romeos to the daily office chores -
When everything was spoken out, anything was talked about
Life seemed so light and heaven showed by our side!

At times I hated to enter my room, to look at the empty bed by my side -
glaring at the blank walls and occassionally at TV in the hall;
I saw the golden leaves carried by the wind of time, to places afar
yet, their shadows remain tightly knotted in memories of our past!