Monthly Archives: November 2016

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She was air-born,

Flying above the stars,

With her hair trailing out,

Her tears bleed over wars.

She saw them cut and slash and maim.

She saw them trade insults from inside cars.

She saw them rejoice in pain,

Set in their ways harsh.

She wept for them,

She cried over their blood wars,

Yet alone she could do but nothing.

As they brought together the end of all hours.

 

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Nostalgia

Oh! The wheel of time,

How you run.

Seventeen years gone,

A whirlwind of fun.

The memories precious,

Recall? The days you wanted to grow up?

When you stood by the door,

Patience waning,

To scare someone for.

Recall? The  days you wanted to grow up?

When Hi!

Changed to Sup?

Oh! The days we could not wait to grow up.

Slowly Doraemon was replaced by TVD,

And ABCs with equations and chemistry.

Those were the days,

The  days you couldn’t wait to grow up.

The days when suddenly just clothes weren’t enough,

The new need for make-up and hair all puffed up?

When the old teddy bear,

Was replaced by Whatsapp and Truth or Dare.

Those were the days,

The  days you couldn’t wait to grow up.

Days that somehow turned to weeks, months and now years.

And all you are left with memories of moments full of dears.

Hear now, oh wheel of time, do hear,

Can in your fabric I make a little tear?

Go back for a moment,

And live once again,

The days you couldn’t wait to grow up.

Days that have turned into seventeen years.