nostalgia...

trickling down my temple towns,

those globs of sweat, so sultry and wet,

mark the anxiety that i get 

when you are close and i tell you that 

i love you, at our first onset...

So Pristine, So Pure...

a cool shower after a sweaty day...
a gentle breeze whooshing in thru the gate...
a soft strum on my guitar...
a campus walk at the oddest hour...

the successful mass bunks...
ahh, beating the summer heat in trunks...
getting enthralled in the favourite music...
the nightouts with friends, playing tricks...

the sweet little fights when we talk...
the contentment when together we walk..
the fun, the serenity, the revelry, the seclusion...
tasted all, n here's the conclusion...

nothing, ohh nothing, soothes my heart more...
than the smile on your face, so pristine, so pure...