As you trudge ahead,
Trying to hear the unsaid,
The frozen past is right behind,
It’s your creation, you got after all that grind.
Every note, every story, every street is yours,
And those little secrets you hid behind doors;
The picture you cherished all this while,
Has faded like all the others in that frayed pile.
You’ve lost the broken candle and its light-
The only thing that got you through the pitch dark stormy night…
The hallway still echoes with your name,
The verses on the walls and those silly games.
The scar on your knee reminds you of how you fell down,
But it did feel better ’cause ‘they’ were around.
Of letters, kisses and candy hearts;
And cheesy pictures of cupids with darts!
The memory of a heartache and a ‘SORRY’ note,
The fantasy of being stuck with him on a stranded boat…
The anxiety when she hung up on you,
The ecstasy when she said, “I do too…”
The rumours of the haunted graveyard down the lane,
And the stories of the dead janitor that drove you insane!
The truth about the ‘birds and the bees’,
And that it had nothing to do with ducks and geese!
The petty brawls with other bratty boys,
A broken elbow couldn’t spoil the winning joys.
You believed aliens and UFOs would never let you down,
And that you had pals in ‘Martian Town’!
Many of those faces have gone astray,
And those sand castles: blown away…
In time you broke a few hearts (’cause they broke yours),
Funny isn’t it, how we settle scores?
You’re scared with every step you take,
You want to stop for an old friend’s sake.
“I’ll lose all this if I move on…
It’ll all vanish, it’ll all be gone!”
A voice from the distance is what you hear,
You tread ahead but with a constant fear…
But you can’t forget your past- it’s like a sweet song;
So you decide to move, but take it along…
Trying to hear the unsaid,
The frozen past is right behind,
It’s your creation, you got after all that grind.
Every note, every story, every street is yours,
And those little secrets you hid behind doors;
The picture you cherished all this while,
Has faded like all the others in that frayed pile.
You’ve lost the broken candle and its light-
The only thing that got you through the pitch dark stormy night…
The hallway still echoes with your name,
The verses on the walls and those silly games.
The scar on your knee reminds you of how you fell down,
But it did feel better ’cause ‘they’ were around.
Of letters, kisses and candy hearts;
And cheesy pictures of cupids with darts!
The memory of a heartache and a ‘SORRY’ note,
The fantasy of being stuck with him on a stranded boat…
The anxiety when she hung up on you,
The ecstasy when she said, “I do too…”
The rumours of the haunted graveyard down the lane,
And the stories of the dead janitor that drove you insane!
The truth about the ‘birds and the bees’,
And that it had nothing to do with ducks and geese!
The petty brawls with other bratty boys,
A broken elbow couldn’t spoil the winning joys.
You believed aliens and UFOs would never let you down,
And that you had pals in ‘Martian Town’!
Many of those faces have gone astray,
And those sand castles: blown away…
In time you broke a few hearts (’cause they broke yours),
Funny isn’t it, how we settle scores?
You’re scared with every step you take,
You want to stop for an old friend’s sake.
“I’ll lose all this if I move on…
It’ll all vanish, it’ll all be gone!”
A voice from the distance is what you hear,
You tread ahead but with a constant fear…
But you can’t forget your past- it’s like a sweet song;
So you decide to move, but take it along…
(P.S. : This poem has been written by Anchita Sharma, one of my closest friends. It's hard to believe that this girl can actually be such a deep thinker... but seriously, her compostions are just sooooo moving.... She's one heck of a poetess !!!! Thank you soooooo much for your presence in my past 'ANCHI PANCHI'!!! Love you 'sonu monu'!!!!!
