12 years of my school life, wasted or boon?

12 years of my school life, wasted or boon?

A Poem by Ranjan_w

Reminisce
Reminisce,
Looking back at my past,
I don't know where do I start cause everything I see is all (a) blast.

12 years of my school life,
I still can't say that did I get that right or was it too tight?
Every class, every section I was in,
IT clown's sewer felt for relaxing in.
Teachers and the students no less than walkers from the walking dead frames on a low budget cam.
Now I know what Chucky felt trapped in a plastic frame.
40 sheets one leech in a room full of glitch taking turns after turns making the leech suck you out to bits.
I saw the reality of not knowing the reality, toppers topping but with no clarity of their mind full of creativity buried under the palms of the hypocrisy of thoughts of falling into misery, pitiful product of the rat race in the name of commonality.
What an atrocity?

In a room full of nerds like caged birds,
One bibliophile not vile but docile bird licking books not boots but still telling him you are no good when half of them couldn't even reach his boots.

There were people who wanted to
Talk the talk, walk the walk and not be a part of the flock following the chalk that acted like a staff, were in search of a dock to get off the road that leads to nowhere but Goldilocks plot where she got caught but still in the search of the road NOT taken as ROBERT FROST did.
Are you even there yet?

Judgements pouring in,
Criticisms taking in,
Misapprehension shoving in,
Did you even think where are we even heading?
Where are the dreams that you dreamt of becoming a musician?
Where are the dreams that you dreamt of becoming an artist?
Where are the dreams that you dreamt of bringing a change to the world?
After all, these years are you still alive or buried down 6 feet along with your dreams in a casket made out of this rat races left out turds.

Well, I've got nothing to say now,
nothing to lose now,
nothing to rebel for now,
nothing to tell now,
not even a single dime to waste on this line now.
12 years, I gave for my future pension but not a single lesson that I can mention
So let's stop this tension and let me get back to my diction to find some acronym, synonyms, Antonyms, syllables and end this thing with a flick of a marble.





© 2018 Ranjan_w


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Ranjan_w
Ranjan_w

Bangalore , India



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A Poem by Ranjan_w