People might say
Being sixteen,
which is very very young
we don't have much to look back to.
Oh how wrong are they,
I ask weren't they young once?
Don't tell me how
different it was that once.
I got bored n senti one day
and twirled up my past.
Wondering and wishing
why longer it didn't last.
Memories are many and
are of different kind
some to cherish
and others left of time.
I remember of all my ol' friends
to whom daily through my heart I send,
How much i miss you guys
How i wish you were here.
But wherever you are, never mind
to my heart you'll always be near.
Never has the distance or anything else
crept past into our friendship.
They, i guess can be
shortened by a single road trip!
I've a lot to tell about you to all
and a lot to talk to you all,
but the words i know
and the mind i have is just too short.
Thoughts are there of a
million kind in my mind.
but to put it in a paper,
it's hard I find.
Fate as they call it
may pull us into 4 corners.
but who said I believed in fate,
I want to burn it in a burner.
For if someone was to read
the book of fate of mine,
I'm sure he'd say the one who wrote
it sucked, "Get out of the line".
I open my mail all possible times
to check for your mail.
I know you'd be busy but I'd wish
you'd send atleast a snail mail!
The times you'd pop up
in my messenger,
I'd leave the world if I have to
like a last minute passenger.
But when I sit and with you
guys and I chat.
my mind of all times
goes blank, oh rats!
Anyway I'm sure to keep
this part of my memories
of these seeds, in my mind
i'll grow a tree.
Friends are of a hundred kind and
the way I describe they are above all.
And with each of them with
my heart i'll never fall.
But the worst part of having a
good memory is that they are over.
Far away and long ago and it still
stays alive somewhere in the mind's lower!
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Lady Narrator
27-9-10
"The night sets outside everyday and the day follows...
But the sun never rises inside my lonely soul" - Ashwin
Being sixteen,
which is very very young
we don't have much to look back to.
Oh how wrong are they,
I ask weren't they young once?
Don't tell me how
different it was that once.
I got bored n senti one day
and twirled up my past.
Wondering and wishing
why longer it didn't last.
Memories are many and
are of different kind
some to cherish
and others left of time.
I remember of all my ol' friends
to whom daily through my heart I send,
How much i miss you guys
How i wish you were here.
But wherever you are, never mind
to my heart you'll always be near.
Never has the distance or anything else
crept past into our friendship.
They, i guess can be
shortened by a single road trip!
I've a lot to tell about you to all
and a lot to talk to you all,
but the words i know
and the mind i have is just too short.
Thoughts are there of a
million kind in my mind.
but to put it in a paper,
it's hard I find.
Fate as they call it
may pull us into 4 corners.
but who said I believed in fate,
I want to burn it in a burner.
For if someone was to read
the book of fate of mine,
I'm sure he'd say the one who wrote
it sucked, "Get out of the line".
I open my mail all possible times
to check for your mail.
I know you'd be busy but I'd wish
you'd send atleast a snail mail!
The times you'd pop up
in my messenger,
I'd leave the world if I have to
like a last minute passenger.
But when I sit and with you
guys and I chat.
my mind of all times
goes blank, oh rats!
Anyway I'm sure to keep
this part of my memories
of these seeds, in my mind
i'll grow a tree.
Friends are of a hundred kind and
the way I describe they are above all.
And with each of them with
my heart i'll never fall.
But the worst part of having a
good memory is that they are over.
Far away and long ago and it still
stays alive somewhere in the mind's lower!
-----------------------------------------------------------
Lady Narrator
27-9-10
"The night sets outside everyday and the day follows...
But the sun never rises inside my lonely soul" - Ashwin
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