Author: Priyanka

  • *THOSE WERE THE DAYS*

    *THOSE WERE THE DAYS*

    So, there was a time, not very long ago,
    And not that much nearer, I remember.
    When we were carefree;
    When nothing in the world frightened us,
    Yet, everything was frightening, huge & new to us.
    Those were the days!

    There was a time,
    When we faced unsurmountable mountains – with
    no worries, no stress, no anxieties.
    Days like those, I recall,
    were full of happiness and positivities.
    Those were the days!

    We were younger then, the world being our playground
    Where we all lived in our own worlds,
    But were never Worlds Apart.
    Those days, I recall, used to stick together – more than butter and bread do.
    After all, all we had was each other.
    Those were the days!!

    But then, we grew up and went to high-schools,
    And blasted into the campus,
    Leaving behind the days and childhood games –
    that once brought us joy and togetherness.

    What do we have now?
    Buddies that we call friends, whom we go out partying with…
    just to cover the miserable selves of us.

    The happiness we have now is just but fleeting.
    The real joy gone, The real excitement we have withdrawn.
    Life has become serious,
    Everyone is in the rat-race for bread and butter…
    We barely exist and the notion that we are alive
    is the biological notion of oxygen and food.
    We look at each other but not with the perspective we should

    Now, take me back…
    To that dusty playground –
    where playing from dusk till dawn was our concern around.
    Without a care about the world, the dirty uniforms, and the messy hair.

    Oh! Take me back, now;
    For these were the days… the beautiful beautiful days.

    PS1: It is an old poem, written by me 3 years ago during the 1st lockdown.
    PS2: Image Source: Google

  • *AN ODE TO MY HANDS*

    *AN ODE TO MY HANDS*

    My fingers, my thumbs run my own little world, you know!
    They connect me to my peers – my people. The people. They type what my heart shouts, but mouth stays shut.
    I look at my palm I love wearing henna when they say “Henna stains speak of the deeper love”!
    Do they really mean that? Is it so significant? Will they bring me fortune and good luck?
    I know not.

    But… I am sure, the fingers, the thumb, the palms – they are all in a relationship. A romantic one! ‘Cuz, they so complete each other.
    They complete me, as well. My expressions, my thoughts, and my love by putting them into mere words.

    These hands – these techie hands – don’t just type out codes or touch the screens to solve problems.
    They shower love, affection, and care too. They gift flowers too. To someone so full of life and love. ❤️
    They share the relationship of touch with him. Caressing, rubbing the back of his hands and assuring of nothing, but positivity always.

    In this dance of fingers, emotions unfold,
    A language unspoken, yet truth be told.
    For, in these hands, a world comes alive,
    A symphony of love, in which we thrive.

  • *TIME FLIES*

    As a little girl, I was learning to be proud and strong,
    Growing up to a perfect someone who does no wrong.
    Head filled with dreams and desires and dreamscapes,
    Yet knowing not where I belong.
    Hopes, aspirations, illusions and delusions,
    All dazzled up… like castles in Spain!

    Time flew away,
    Turning hours into days, days into months, and
    months into years.
    Transferring moments to memories and dreams to goals
    Reminiscing which, seems to be a beautiful past;

    And, characterising the other, a blurred vision.
    Nonetheless, thinking it aloud
    With heartfelt confidence, with profound ecstasy, with endless enthusiasm, and Keeping the child inside alive; I shall explore and strive towards
    The goals, the aspirations, the ambitions
    Those were once…. nothing but a daydream in the eyes of that little being!

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