Transiting

Two poems I wrote on my way to Leeds from Heathrow ... Its been a month and thought its high time i upload them ...

As I ride on this bus to a new place,

on this highway I can find a trace,

of the land from where i come.

the last few days seem to have run,

and brought me to where i havent been before,

I wonder what all is in store,

People whom I saw in pictures and know little about,

Will be the ones with whom I will talk and shout.

And the close ones I was with,

Whom I knew since I was a kid,

Wont be around for a while I think.

Atleast till I complete my stint,

At the place where I am going for knowledge,

About one year after my college.

Till then I plan to enjoy this time,

that starts on 11th September 2009.

Trying to make the most of I have,

And discover more of what I am.

As I pass,

These fields of green grass,

I think about the people I have left behind,

And the ones I am about to find,

Some of whom I loved more than myself,

And will be away for sometime I guess,

I wish I could be there in their hours of happiness and stress.

This is what makes me press,

Myself to give my best to everything in this new land,

So that soon I am there to stand,

With them as a better person,

Working smart, even if I am tiresome,

With all the people I am going to meet,

Together I am sure we can achieve any feat.

Now that the grass is turning yellow,

And before I turn mellow,

I will continue looking outside the window,

And think about all my gone and to be fellows.