THOSE DAYS ..

THOSE DAYS ..

(Foreward : This is only my 2^nd Accomplished Poem …. Naturally it is charactarised by Childish Rhyme scheme (abab) mostly….This can be taken as a hinderance….Because the content of this Poetry is Real and is Very close to my heart….My ol’ friends n Relatives would really swear by it ….Put in Simple Words…. This is the Story of my life and the Environment around it till I was in School (Left 5 years back) ….btw …those who still don’t know me will surely get to know post the next few lines …)

From the Time I was born …

Don’t quite remember the Day after Each Dawn …

But Somethings are there I want to Share…

So keep on Reading , OR don’t ..If you Dare !!!

I was a Toddler then and was Developing each day..

Don’t rememember how I looked then …but my Photos say…

Was Fat, was Plump, was Round n Awesome ..

..But now when when the Mirror tells me what I’ve become ..

I just sit and think ..Those Days are gone ..Those Days are Gone ..

I grew up a little more ..

Playing Cars was my daily chore ..

I remember my 3^rd Birthday ..

When a “Car Shaped” cake was cut on a Tray ..

Can recount all the Relatives who were present to Shower their Blessing..

But could I have waited for anything but the “Presents” they would bring !!!

…Even now on my Birthday I do wait…then realise …then say …

Those Days are gone…aah !! Those days are gone ..

It was an age-old Garden where visits I used to make ..

See-sawing, swinging, sliding and toy-train rides with buddies I used to undertake ..

Every Saturday among us friends would generate a certain Fervour …

When each one’s tongue would imagine the Particular Flavour ..

..of the lick of those delicious Ice-creams we used to die for ..

Simultaneously taking a Horse – Ride, making us Hyper …

…Now I pass that place and see a Highrise Uplifted..

And I often hit my head …to understand ..

Those Days are gone …Yes They are Gone …

It was the Day when I learnt to Ride the Bicycle ..

Went to a ground and pedalled my lungs out in large circles…

But when I suddenly fell off, the skin took all the Beat ..

But the memory of that day would always remain so .. sweet ..

… no matter I no more ride a Bicycle ..

But now whenever I Trip, or Fall, or Stumble …

My mind races back ..then realizes .. then I mumble ..

Those Days are gone ..Those Days are gone ..

In Primary School I had an Impression ..

Was Honest & Outstanding without mention ..

Was a Scholar, Orator, Monitor all along ..

Reputation above all could have never been so .. strong ..

Distinctive, Meritorious, Idealistic all rounder I were ..

…But don’t know why Now my Marksheets just read FAILURE, POOR, STRUGGLER ..Oh Dear !!

Frustration among all then tries to Tear my Hair ..

But then I remember ..Those Days are Gone ..they are no more there ..

High School was Dynamic, Energy my Fuel ..

Enthusiasm, Chirpyness mixed with Confusion would Rule ..

Was still an Orator, a Quick Learner and a talented Cricketer ..

Now Extracurriculars I used to Excel ..But class got another new Topper ..

There was a phase of Insult, Embarassment, Perplexion, Compulsion ..

But all Laid to rest when “Friendly Banter” was the bastion ..

All the Excuses, Artificial Sneezes and the Countless LOL moments ..

Can’t still Forget the ‘Last Day’ , when Tears were all the Cheeks felt ..

OH PLEASE !! Don’t make me Remember those Days ….

But Can anyone atleast make me Understand WHY ???

THOSE DAYS ARE GONE …THOSE DAYS ARE Dead, Buried and Really gone ..

- PB / SpunKo