It's that simple

They say I'm too naive, I don't understand
Life is too complicated for my simple solutions
It's only in books that cause and effect go hand in hand
The cliched vicious circle is a fact, so is destitution
Black and white, yes or no, zero and one
Machines work in binary, fuzzy logic is human
How would you tell good from bad when all shades are gray
Reason retires, wisdom vanishes but confusions stay
Still my simple conviction is too strong to break
No, I'm not afraid of being burnt at stake
So mark my words, I'll have my way
And make this littered labyrinth linear one day.

BOYS DON'T CRY

It’s that phase of life when insanities acquire new meanings. You indulge in shenanigans just for the heck of it. if you are not high on booze you are trippy on emotions. A cocktail of both can be a dangerous concoction. As the penultimate semester draws closer to an end heralding the dawn of the final semester of graduation you come to realize, the golden days of life are numbered. In case you miss the import of the passing days, people tend to make sure that the gravity of the situation gets to you by reminding you of the brute liabilities that are going to pounce upon you as soon as you complete the hostel life. References like “guest of few days” and “when you are gone” are numerous and boy do they hurt. You find the place you had cursed on umpteen occasions before has set its tentacles deep within your sinews, and no matter how hard you try you are powerless to break its shackles.
Then come the bouts of sentimental outbursts when your mind seems immersed in a dark viscous fluid and the heart feels as if it is being choked by soft but unyielding hands.Friends and emotions become the only worthwhile entities, everything else becomes trifle, exams and academics don’t even figure in the priority list. You spend your nights talking and sharing thoughts that erstwhile seemed senseless and absurd. You spend your days in wild excursions trying to explore everything possible under the sun. Suddenly you will find, without even being consciously aware of the fact that the exams are over and you need to pack your bags. Then there will be a rush of diaries and scrap books, seeking to maintain a fleeting contact and each word you pen down will scathe your heart a little bit more. They say boys don’t cry, but when you go to see off your colleagues you will find even the meanest of souls breaking down and the toughest of minds being unable to stop the flow of tears. you might assume a brave front and escape from the water works without getting wet but when you’ll see your closest friends stepping on the aisle of the bus and you’ll notice tears rolling down your cheeks you’ll know that boys do cry and when they do its no use trying to console them.