I grow older, I get deeper
I need not, yet I look back thither
The days spent on bed
The nights spent awake
The evenings out cycling
The afternoons in, studying
The mornings late and lazy
The memories still seem crazy!
I grow older, I get deeper
I need not, yet I look back thither.
From the gullible kid to the 'grown-up' teen
From the gold-haired teddy to the hunk on screen
From the silent tears to the adamant fights
From childish claims to teenage rights
I grow older, I get deeper
I need not, yet I look back thither.
The hours slithered away beneath careless feet
Innocence was, when 'goals' took a backseat.
Come prudent days, passions mellowed
Strained, strangled voices crying aloud
Amidst busy being, squeezed nostalgia
Leisure located in a crowded pizzeria
I grow older, I get deeper
I need not, yet I look back thither.
6 comments:
my god.....twisha d poet is actually awesum....m not exaggeratin re....it is actually gud....n i loved d last stanza particularly....atleast i can identify wid dis poem....gr8 job yaar...lovely creation...hats off to u
:P thanks
The whole write up has been one starting like a song and then slowly turning into a poem.The poem has a slight touch of nostalgic Modern structuralism though we have crossed that era more than 30 years ago...
Good work ... will like to see more of your works in future.
~~~~Sonnet
its a nice piece of poetry...
>.sonnet: achchha thanks for confirming sourav roy who said it's a song and not a poem. what era of poetry are we in? amake specifically bol. i just heard someone say the other day je Shakespeare-er style e plays lekha ajkal chole na. literature ero ki science er moto outdated howar byapar ta chole eshchhe?
>>sohom da: hmm.
A dynamic snapshot of the life that has been.
You have a thing for the verse!Keep going! :-)
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