A cup of coffee

What would you do if I dissolved in the shadows and never came back,

Would you still be there to wait for me,

The memories will be the only things left,

Would you still hope,



Another day of ‘us’ will be?


What would you do if I fall down and hurt myself,

Would you bear the sight of my tears,

The support will be only thing left,

Would you still hope,



Will you again see me spree?


What would you do if I truly needed you,

Would you be there for me as always you have been,

The care will be the only thing left,

Would you still hope,



I will be smiling again as it always will be?


What would you do if this moment never came back,

Would you be there to remember the days,

Well the memories will be the only things left,

Would you still hope,



Our tears and smiles will again be free?


What would you do if we meet after days,

Would you be there to share a cup of coffee,

Well the silence will be the only thing left,

Would you still hope,



Our laughs will drown all the silence that could be? 😀




Down the roads to the places

Where we all grew up

Caught in my eyes are those houses

Which used to fill my mind with love..


Knocking on the door..

And how glowing were the smiling faces..

That emerged behind those anxieties..

And how on the thought of those, still our hearts races..


Friends they were called..

Our first companion in the alien world..

And how they made our tears so useless..

When smiling with them left nothing else to cry for in the nights curled..


In the moment of silence, they made me speak

To throw out what was even not related..

And then to laugh over my stupidity..

To think of those times and bring out memories created..


The punch was all to make me feel better..

And so were the mocks and cries to follow…

So what the faces told me all..

They were always there to make the sadness hollow..


But none left to cry in front of..

And none of them to listen the woe..

Busy life left me not one to look forward to..

When I found myself again feeling low…


And how much I miss them now..

Has made me realize what they meant to me..

When I had them, I had nothing to worry about..

But in this loneliness, now I have no one to see…






Would you cry

The days to come, the days that passed…
Memories were made and were lost..
For some were together and some were never
But one thing that I knew was, it was well said…

Those little fights and those melodies
Those scary nights and those hello-jis
Will you remember that when I am gone?
Or its just one of those stories?

Keeping secrets and making fun
Those chills and that evening sun…
Classroom jitters and exam shocks..
Will you remember my terrified face when I am gone..

Hey mom, even I ask you..
Whom would you hug when no one would come and be waiting at the door…
Those anxious waits would not remain anymore…
Whom would you ask if he had taken his lunch..
For the phone would ring but with no voice to make you bore..

And whom would you cry for..
Who is living far away..
Would you miss me maa,
When I would be gone without a say?

Hey friends, do you remember the times we had?
Those bike trips and those memories sad..
Those maal ko tadna and those senseless talks..
Those endless fights and those meaningless tears
But in the end we knew we were most near…
Those tricks and treats and those teasing times…
Do you know, whether were had so much time…

Would you remember me when I am gone?
My irritating talks and my endless groan
Would you miss me my friends,
For maybe we fought but I knew you would never leave me alone….

But sorry friends I will need just four of you
Keep me safe, for our friendship was true..
And in case you hated me, tell it fine
Because I don’t want to argue with you when I am gone..

I know someday will come when you will bear me no more..
For the sake of me would you cry?
And maybe you would say dialogues like “uth jaa sale”
But even you know, I wont come back, when I die..

Yash Sinha
BITS pilani goa campus

Rusted Memories

I woke up this morning, in my bed
Took a look all around the shed
Looked around those photographs in the frame
The rusted memories of happier times, then it came

Those days where I could do what I wanted
Without anyone taking me for granted
Resting in my mumma’s lap
I know it will take long to fill the gap..

Those cycle rides
Those friends aside
It doesn’t matter whether I can drive a car now
Those rusted memories will forever be bright

When I fell down, I didn’t worry
I dusted my pants and didn’t stop to hurry
People rushed to pick me up
But look at the time now, you fall, and people will do nothing but laugh

Those rickshaw rides to my school
Those teachers who didn’t mind whether we were small
But I lived for my friends and they lived for me
The punishments, the sticks, well they didn’t matter at all!!

Those gully crickets, those videogames
Those bully friends, those weird names
We laughed together and cried
It didn’t matter then even if I lied

Those movies we went with our mom and dad
Those dinners we had at restaurants
At the end of the end all it seemed
We were not that ignorant

School times and recess
And the girls whom we couldn’t access
We always followed them though
They didn’t know, lol, that was their regrets..

And that awesome food which my mom cooked for me
The smell which now I can never feel
I know the present is not that bad
But I know a slider can’t match a giant wheel

That cosy bed
Those cosy hugs
Those gossip calls and those rotten rugs
Someday when I will look at these photographs
Those smiling faces will always make me shrug

Whatever the case now may be
But one thing I can always see
Sometimes you are low and sometimes you are high
But in the all that matters are your rusted memories…!!

Yash Sinha
BITS Pilani Goa Campus


I wish, I never grew up

In the shadow of my mother
under the love of my father
with pampering of my siblings
i wish i never grew up to face this world, so lather….

I could get what i wanted
I could share what i cant
I could say what i wished
not even fearing the consequences it unleashed..

I was the apple of the eye of my teacher
I could never do mistakes so grave
yeah, i was scolded by all..
but always it, then, felt like a passing wave…

The stories of my grandma..
the stick of my grandfather
oh, how much i miss those..
why did i get so much harsh days, rather

I always remember them with please
The stories, the love all lost away…
i cry away when u tease..
I wish i never grew up
with the love and passion i had….
I wish I never grew up
for, its not the time i am having, but the innocent childhood i had… 🙂


sometime wen our frenshp ends

dedicated to sum1

someday wen our frenshp ends..
i will be waiting at d same corner where we met d first day
wid some regrets, wid some pain..
all alone luking down d lane..
d lane which marked our begining

i keep walking down d lane
and keep asking d same ques
why are u so silent tuday..
where’s ur soul…
d lane wont speak though…
as if i dont knoe…

u were my soul..
a soul long lost..
n ya someday wen our frenshp ends
i wuld be der at d corner
waiting for u…
to cherish those long lost memories
again 🙂

yash sinha

a birthday call

we havent toked for years..
and, maybe, d regret still lies wid me
the pain m having, is all i can hear..
and thats the only thing, u cant see..!!

i had been calling u since d day we broke up…
but, there wasnt any response from u..
i could hav done d same thing & maybe..
u couldnt bear it too…
but u always knew me, I wasnt like dat..
I wasnt dem, who wuld give u pain..
But dats life, and I guess dats wats in ur name…

I didnt mean to give up so easily..
But i didnt have any support, u see
you culd share ur feelings wid ur frenz..
but i had lost all of dem in ur love..
dat i had none to share in d end..

but dis morning at 12 u gav me a birthday call..
it was my birthday, i knoe, but u made me cry on d phone in vain
and if dats d case, dat u wuld call me on my birthday..
I guess, I will be glad to be born day & again ..!! :))

yash sinha
BITS pilani
Goa Campus