Engraved, not buried #OctPoWriMo 2013 day 10

PART- 1

Suddenly reminded of you a lot

And suddenly, I catch myself thinking

It's buried too deep now. 

Suddenly I can't stop feeling it

But I'm not feeling it as much

It's buried too deep now. 

And suddenly I catch my face contorting

My eyes leaking

My veins visible

Suddenly I'm not such a grown up anymore

Suddenly I'm back in college

The above is originally written by Anup Bishnoi on his blog Grass on Fire named "Engraved, not buried". I picked it up for inspiration. Here is my reply, or better called - an extension to his words.

PART- 2

The walls are calling me more

The windows long shut, are open again

It's uncovering like lost treasure.

Bleak voices of fun

or the tiny rays of sun

It's all uncovering like lost treasure. 

I can feel those days again

But they are passing me by

I know; not here to stay

I still hold them in tight fists of mine

Leaving here a piece of me

which will wander even when I am gone

Until I say someday; yet again 

Suddenly I'm back in college

This prompt of "A reply poetry" submitted by a very close friend Nimue created a void and filled it itself with brighter colors in form of words. Trying to reply to a poem which is an inspiration, is more or less frightening with the first thought of "justifying" it with proper words, which, yes seems next to impossible. 

But once done, it leaves with a realization of how much Anup Bishnoi inspires me (which is deeper than I thought before writing this). 

I am yet frightened if I have done justice to his words and his feeling of attachment to his college days. Again it gave me some more bliss, cos I do not have fond memories from college but thanks to him I lived a little from his side. And yes, this is a tiny (insignificant actually) piece of dedication to him.

So thank you Anup Bishnoi for the impact you have left on me. More of less, for the amazing person you are. Keep doing it, please.
And it doesn't stop without thanking Nimue, for its because of her I went through a lot of feelings while writing this. I discovered a new part of me.

P.S- Apologies, I know it does not match your level of writing, at all.