The Introvert

He practised talking with her in mirror,

craziest of things to himself he told.

He thought to express his love,

since being an eight year old.

She could never know his name,

but recognized his face.

The boy in his fancies however

would kiss, hug and embrace.

In the years that passed by,

her charm and beauty both grew.

The boy too perfected his art,

from the portraits he drew.

She wondered sometimes about the guy,

from the neighborhood, silent and shy.

No one else could even notice this,

playing pranks on him a few would miss.

One fine day he had tried to talk,

wearing a smile to her he walked.

He turned all of a sudden, walking away,

while she stood puzzled and shocked.

He was surprised with himself,

the hesitation had no cure.

If there would be a second chance,

of this he wasn't very sure.

And finally he saw the love of her life,

the fortunate man she had loved.

Tears of disappointment were in his eyes,

thinking of a love he never deserved.

Unloved, unwelcome, unwanted,

slowly silently he cried.

The dreamt castle turned to ruins,

his wish had finally died.

- Rishabh Bidya

Java

I've studied many languages before,

but java was a real pain.

I didn't knew what to write

in public static void main().

Observe the syntax, begin to code,

Java says - "You're a liar".

There's depth in those concepts,

use appropriate access specifier.

I get very troubled,

in using 'super' or 'this'.

I feel falling in the clutches,

of the dark and deep abyss.

Logic never changes in any language,

but terms of java have hit my pride.

Before you write your methods,

learn to overload and override.

ArrayList, TreeSet and HashMap

are child classes of 'Collection',

but this is a different context,

there's also garbage collection.

Using 'Eclipse' didn't help

at my path to redemption.

I spent many a night,

resolving null pointer exception.

Debugging is such a worry

where errors don't leave a trace.

Should I 'extend' or 'implement',

in using a method of an interface?

Clearing the memory once allotted,

is a thought very wise.

In order to do it,

You must use - finalize().

Programs may run, they may not,

my friend, have no misconceptions.

They will run perfectly only when,

you've handled all exceptions.

And this was just the beginning,

there's JDBC, swings and thread.

And days of practice to be spent,

for the terms mentioned and unsaid.

© Rishabh Bidya

Meet me once

For years I haven't had a sight,
for years nothing's been right.
To hide my feelings I've tried,
to friends and relatives I've lied.

Days vanished and years passed,
it has been so long.
To you in my heart,
a place will always belong.

You didn't worry and I didn't care,
but of the pain we were always aware.
It has hurt us since you were gone,
I accept it and you've known.

I've achieved laurels and won acclaim,
but always felt truly lost,
for your love has no price
and my heart has no cost.

If you came back for a while,
if again I could make you smile,
If loneliness leaves you,
there'll be nothing that grieves you.

Why the anguish and the anxiety?
Why the struggle and strangle within?
Spend a day with me soon
like the days together we'd seen.

Meet me once, I'll explain,
of our way to fight the pain.
The pain that made you drop tears,
the pain that has hid since years.

I've never known anything sweeter,
than the words that you say.
I want to relive the happier times,
even if it happens for a day.

© Rishabh Bidya

The girl with whom I never talked

The girl with smiling face,
the girl with silken hair,
If that day I hadn't been shy,
tales of her beauty I could share.

Lovely words she would speak,
To talk her, opportunities I would seek,
But a sudden silence would prevail,
to talk again I would fail.

I mulled, I thought, I pondered again,
Why this curse, why this bane?
Why couldn't I express what I thought?
A few moments with her I sought.

I could never gather my courage
to tell her once of my desire.
To talk her once about my dreams,
of what I wish and I aspire.

Of speaking those words I'd think,
of writing a song I would dream.
for one day I would be successful,
to me it would always seem.

In my memories, she'll forever exist,
for I cannot forget her grace,
even if we couldn't ever talk,
even if she was just a passing phase.

Life used to be so good when we were small ..

Life seemed to be so good

when we were small,

when someone was always there

every time we would fall.

When everyone would bear

our tantrums and fears 

and everyone tried his best

to wipe our drops of tears.

When the books, pencils and crayons

to us used to be sacred

and we had no enemies

as we didn't knew of hatred.

When no one used to be hurt

by anything we used to say

and we would patch up every fight

at the most within a day.

When every single person

with us had wanted to play

and to convince someone

we had nothing to say.

When we didn't care to complete

assignments pages after page

and we could kiss with much ease

a beautiful girl of our age.

When all we cared was for

our things and our friends

and we knew nothing of fashion

or following the latest trends.

When for reaching a place

we never had to hurry,

When for our coming future

we never had to worry.

I know these thoughts of mine

may just be called a bit insane ,

but Oh God ! How I wish,

Can't those days come again? 

No more college days

As if it was yesterday,
it was my first day here.
I was excited, I was delighted,
I felt curious and queer.

There'd be no such tomorrow,
when again we'd all be together.
We may love most and hate some friends,
but we're birds of the same feather.

As if it was yesterday,
that we had all the fun,
by writing all nights without a pause,
our assignments were done.

There'll be no such tomorrow,
without fear where we'll sail,
in times of worry when we'd hurry,
we'd have fun even when we'd fail.

As if it was yesterday,
when case studies we would write,
making projects meant a day,
and we'd study all night.

There'd be no such tomorrow,
when we attend lectures again,
and discuss problems over coffee,
and talk about public static void main();

© Rishabh Bidya

My Friend (Dedicated to all my friends)

With passing time the bonds grew, 

yet our friendship is fresh and new. 

And forever I will be proud, 

to have a friend like you. 

On different paths, on different ways. 

We may be but we'll remember the days. 

And sooner or later whenever we meet, 

my heart knows I'll be upbeat.

The times we spent together in past, 

the talks we had leave me amazed.

Someone like you is unparalleled, 

someone like you can't be replaced. 

Passed many days, passed some years, 

We've had smiled, we've had tears, 

And no matter which street or lane, 

I didn't meet anyone like you again. 

Even in hours of tension and trouble, 

when together we would enjoy. 

You have gifted me with laughter, 

from you I've inherited joy. 

And no! these words are not befitting, 

Some day a better gift to you I'll send. 

I am the most prosperous a man can be, 

as my treasure includes you, my friend.

When those pleasant memories are evoked, 

I know I'm buoyant, I know I'm glad. 

For being friends with someone like you 

is the best gift I could ever have had.

© Rishabh Bidya