One Last Goodbye

I was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling. The lines, the corners, the torned peeling. Thoughts galore, wondering how far i have flown. Life's gonna change soon, a cacaphony or a croon? Colleges, classrooms, friends flee, and although its summer, feels like cold waves, shivering me. The bunkings,the "GTs", the outdoor excursions. The Kerwa,the Bhojpur; the Islamnagar mansions. The movies,the malls, the meetings at places, Slurpy schmaltzy memories of "faces". All those rendezvous, are turning obscure. The eye's all wet, as the images conjure. And now the day's drawing near, and i doodle in my harrowing fear. How will life be without you, I'm absolutely left with no clue.