(Well, there it is..another one of my poems..written in the 11th standard, a time full of nostalgia, a time when ur 12 years of school life seem so precious and time seems to be slipping out of your hands!! It is basically a tribute to my almamater, my school!!)
As I look across the sands of time,
A feeling of remorse,
A desperate whine;
For present must one day,
Become but the past,
And all I can say is "no strings attached".
These days I'll cherish,
These moments I'll retain;
These thoughts would forever,
In my mind cause pain.
But how can I, when none could do,
Freeze the time, that's meant to rule;
So I console myself, I've got what I had,
And all I can say,
Is "no strings attached".
I should say I was nothing,
But another anxious face;
Who thought this'll last forever,
But alas! Was in vain.
Several have come & several went by,
But none could help, none could sly;
Then why does it hurt,
Why am I trapped,
For all I can say,
Is "no strings attached".
But they used to boast that every cloud,
Has a silver lining, which you must browse;
And so I follow the common trend,
And see the lining though it might be hidden;
I can see now that I'll always be,
A flower that got detached,
But still clings to the tree;
Just like all others who had gone one day,
And bloomed into new plants facing the day;
For now it's my time, my turn's ahead,
And all I can say,
Is "no strings attached".
I'll be gone but others would come,
And then there'll be yet more,
To get the work done;
But for those who still,
Have a long way to go through;
Before they face the moment,
That we must all find true;
I'd like to say drain it all out,
Cause it won't come back,
No matter how much you shout;
When the time has gone you would realize,
But it would then be too late to make it right;
But why must I cry, why must I whine,
Cause it's not the moment yet, I still have time;
I know it would be difficult to say goodbye,
But it needs to be done; I shouldn't get my hopes high;
Nevertheless, I must be prepared,
The moment would sooner or later come;
But now I know that I'll be glad,
In saying it out loud;"No strings attached".
As I look across the sands of time,
A feeling of remorse,
A desperate whine;
For present must one day,
Become but the past,
And all I can say is "no strings attached".
These days I'll cherish,
These moments I'll retain;
These thoughts would forever,
In my mind cause pain.
But how can I, when none could do,
Freeze the time, that's meant to rule;
So I console myself, I've got what I had,
And all I can say,
Is "no strings attached".
I should say I was nothing,
But another anxious face;
Who thought this'll last forever,
But alas! Was in vain.
Several have come & several went by,
But none could help, none could sly;
Then why does it hurt,
Why am I trapped,
For all I can say,
Is "no strings attached".
But they used to boast that every cloud,
Has a silver lining, which you must browse;
And so I follow the common trend,
And see the lining though it might be hidden;
I can see now that I'll always be,
A flower that got detached,
But still clings to the tree;
Just like all others who had gone one day,
And bloomed into new plants facing the day;
For now it's my time, my turn's ahead,
And all I can say,
Is "no strings attached".
I'll be gone but others would come,
And then there'll be yet more,
To get the work done;
But for those who still,
Have a long way to go through;
Before they face the moment,
That we must all find true;
I'd like to say drain it all out,
Cause it won't come back,
No matter how much you shout;
When the time has gone you would realize,
But it would then be too late to make it right;
But why must I cry, why must I whine,
Cause it's not the moment yet, I still have time;
I know it would be difficult to say goodbye,
But it needs to be done; I shouldn't get my hopes high;
Nevertheless, I must be prepared,
The moment would sooner or later come;
But now I know that I'll be glad,
In saying it out loud;"No strings attached".
1 comments:
Hey amazing piece ther... Reading this,I remember the time when we left high skool...a bitter sweet moment..bitter coz we were leaving the realms of the familiar....sweet coz at last, we were free...as u say, 'no strings attached'...
Here are a few lines from the poem I wrote for my Passing out ceremony....
Yet when we turn to compromise
The dreams with which we wake,
We'll glimpse behind a memory
Which we cannot forsake.
How beautiful this time of youth
That is so quickly gone!
We came to learn together, and
In moments we are done.
High school is a time of yearning
For what's ahead and what is left behind:
Neither child nor adult, but burning
Unrestrained with love and fear combined.
Now that we must leave, we have the pleasure
Of moving one step nearer who we are,
Knowing that we lose the equal treasure,
Bit by bit, of leaving dreams ajar.
Kudos Adhirath, ur piece bought back those memories....Keep Writing buddy
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