Liverpool Hope
Days full of young and old life,
Friends- casual and intimate enough to hold hands,
Cold sunshine and a habit of mentioning it every time,
Chips and beans and a can of coke as breakfast,
Chips and beans and a cup of coffee for lunch,
Black, white, extra-milky coffee
In refractory every noon,
Except when the roof collapsed, and,
We were kept out for a month.
The six to nine evening literary lectures,
Coffee at seven thirty and the only chance
To talk to the tutors and the group.
Waiting for bus no. 78 to go home,
Spent an eternity at that slimy green bus stop
every day and at nights.
Made mates there as well there,
Some that got off never to meet again,
Some that got on well to stick thus far.
Summer came and emptied the campus,
Those with homes went for the summers,
We camped idly on the side of football pitches,
Ate in the pantry, studied under a tree outside the library,
Made love with thoughts of a glorious future
Wearing a sharp suit running for the London tube- some day.
Liverpool gave love, music, solitude and dread
And ya,football in blue and red.
The pints were dear and cold was freezing,
Birds with the shortest skirts rode the same bus as we,
And we knew the tenner is all we have,
The walk back home would need some dough
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I just read your new blog. This was nice to read... Good old days of Liverpool Hope... Yeap, that 78 and some times 75 and 79 bus... Those cold sunshine and freezing evenings and nights... Desperately waiting for the bus .. While waiting kept looking over and around shoulder to look out for hoodies...
Oh yeah, and how can we forget that cricket world cup put on show in student union... Those matches with Pakistan and shri lanka... You have brought up a lot of memories back... and that ramakant dude.. KYA RAJA... And how can I forget that Asian night arranged student union... some of our dudes were even doing RAS and GARABA... hehehehe... some embarrassing moments with some fun involved...
And the dream of that shiny suit and running for tube... That did happen... I did live that dream but at a terrible cost..
I surely did disappear for few years. I was in Kent, the garden of england they say... It didn't seem much of a garden though...
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