My Maths Teacher vs Me.

In a common ordinary day, a passing cloud of thought precipitates in his mind.
He undertakes a scheme to put his life in a rewind.
The abstract amusement he aims with his closed unappetising eyes.
Finally irons up his soul, thus helping him to easily magnetise.
Lo, for when the mist of his thought nullifies, he comprehends a kick-boxing ring.
What else? In the ring stands his maths teacher, who from his school life had sucked out all the spring.
Felt the boy a strange feeling. 'Abstruse', he said, 'I'm feeling that.'
And the teacher made a silly comment of jabbing the lad, like a cat with a bat.
Was there to be seen a saturated half smile in the kid's lips, which finally opened and said,'Crap.'
Madness modulated the math mongrel's honour and he dismantled his tee.
Like a fizzy effervescence, the kid gushed out,'Oh that's a fat belly.'
Efficacy gyrated around the kid's spirit and levated him to the fighting arena.
The teacher seamed his hand towards the kid, it hit him and sabotaged his pinna.
Down went the boy, but just the lad was down, youth still held his spirits high.
But contemporaneously his spirit energy guided him towards the rope and pulled him to the skies.
Up was the lad and down was the vigour of the mathematician, who now looked sissy.
'Confused', said the boy,'Don't be. It's the mystical bond between man and strategy.'
Like a bull charging towards red, the teacher threw his bare knuckle towards the lad's head.
But what? The boy caught his arm, pivoted him to the ground and locked him in an arm bar, instead.
Like a mouse from it's hole, and like from a hole in a bowl, out came his word,'Sorry.'
'Oh, is it?', gargled the lad,'But what you did to me in the school is a different story.'
Said the teacher, the apology included that even, and he was shameful for having done that.
Instantaneously the arm bar loosened, and the boy's chest was doubled it's normal size.
Up rose the hero, up rose his nose. Looked he up and said,'Thanks god, for the prize.'
Suddenly, the environment changed heavily, it wasn't what he thought serenity.
And realised, the lad that it was a dream he had seen times, 1000 raised to the power infinity.
Seeing so many times the dream, yet loads of happiness to the kid it drew.
Coz some things in life, no matter how many times you achive them, are just,"Too good to be true!"

Nostalgia AfterSAS!

The clock bell is ringing eight,
My mind keeps thinking things I hate.
I dont want nostalgia 2 creep in.
The hardest of feelings when we were together,
But the realisation that it's all over.
How can life rob us like this.
Whom we wanna be close 2, we have 2 miss.
We can't even remember what we want to, it makes us cry.
We don't even have the option of staying back, why, why, why?
What is this, is it life which is harsh or situation?
Life gave me friends, situation gave me an option where happiness has no mention.
Why will I not get to sit in the bench of 12 Science again?
Why will I not get to doze in Physics period again?
Why will I not get a chance to attack the canteen again?
Why will I not get a chance to laugh at Mr. Praveen's sarcastic comments again?
Why will I not get a chance to pay attention at Mr. Das's chemistry period again?
Why can't I attend Mr. Anup's cool casual classes again?
Why will I not get a chance to make fun of Mr. Samanta again?(his name sound's like a girl's name, right?)
Why will I have to leave a mother behind?(Ma'am Putsure)
Why, why, why can't anyone give me answers to there questions why?
Why can't I be called a student of 12 Science anymore, why, why, why?