And there goes the road to my school
With memories planted on each side
Blooming with delight
And swaying with pride.
Barefooted I walk over the lone road
And try to match the size of my foot
With the ones- imprinted long back.
Impressions. Some of them refuse to fade.
There was a dream of dreams
A one of a kind.
Fonder. Special. Closest.
But some dreams turn to memories
Roll in the dust of time
Those dreamlores. They are always there.
Reality. That’s something they are not meant to be.
Dated: 14th Oct'10
P.S: Tried hard since long to end this scribbling with such a stanza which would sing songs of optimism. But couldn't. May be one fine day it would be rewritten. Yes, it would be completed some time soon. :)
I still loved it the way it is.
ReplyDeleteYea, maybe some day you could rewrite it. :)
Thanks Harini.
Deleteyes, may be someday. hopefully soon :)
Will wait and see the next part..;)
ReplyDeleteHappy new year
May the wait ends soon.
DeleteThanks and wish you too a very happy new year.
Indeed it shall be finished..wish a dash of optimism...flair of happiness...and surety of conviction...
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year
AMEN sweetheart :)
DeleteVery nice dear :)
ReplyDeleteThanks. :)
DeleteWowww!!! That's some really beautiful stuff u came up with :) Loved it esp the lines
ReplyDelete"Impressions. Some of them refuse to fade." and "Reality. That’s something they are not meant to be."
welcome here. Thank you so much for the appreciation.
DeleteI suggest you to put facebook likes button.
ReplyDeleteIt would have been nice to know your name. And as your suggestion i have added the FB Like button. Thanks.
DeleteLoved it :) Has a special ring to it...Beautiful, indeed. Especially the last lines of both the paras:)
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