They! They are gone now
But sometimes you just ask how?
They, they will not come back now
But sometimes you just ask how?
Just when you learn that this place is your’s
It’s the time when it gets morose
You have to leave it, why at all?
You have to forget it, how at all?
You look back at those cherished moments
And ask yourself, could anything be better?
No answer comes, no reply at all,
So you know, you’ve lived it all
You sway back, and remember your friends
So many of them, yet so less
You remember the boundless energy of friendship
You remember sacrifices and faults and guilts.
You find something, deep in your heart’s core,
The special one still confined there, more than before,
You remember her, and you laugh,
Then in emotions, drift.
You remember this building,
enough to cherish your thoughts
the secret hide-outs, canteen and class
These are the thoughts which forever last.
Where did the fear from the Princi go?
You used to tremble by his mere name
Don’t you fear him anymore,
have you lost the pain?
The teachers, its hard to forget them,
Some rude, some kind, some hard, they were of all kinds
But all were special you realize now,
And think of meeting them, then and now
You were a kid, you giggled and laughed
You played and cried and ran and fought
And wreck and shouted, the list goes on
But you knew you could do whatever you want
I repeat my question, where did the golden days go?
No they didn’t go anywhere, they are still within you
You carry them, each moment each place,
Everywhere, anytime,
They are your foundation, they made you
Return the favor and make them proud
Other than nostalgia that’s the least you can do. Labels: moments |
