I haven’t forgotten the day I had your sight
Your face under the moonlight
The scene had taken me off to a flight
From that day on you were always on my right.
I saw that day in the class
I noticed you were studying a mass
But I didn’t consider that as a loss
Though I marked that moment with a cross
I met you the other night in my sleep
I had no idea why you had a weep
My phone, did not it beep
Couple of minutes later , through the session I had to creep
I imagined both of us at the park
We did not even wink while it was getting dark
In my heart, it still being a mark
I can never forget that walk.
PS: this is not my story :D
shashank ganesh
a very friendly guy who loves to articles...especially posted by friends
Monday, September 14, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
honesty... the best policy!!! :D :D
10 years of glory I have seen
Knowledge other than studies on which I have been keen.
Let go teachers and talking to boys in the class
Girls I used to sight through my glass.
Sighting it was not though exact
Their beauty was so much intact
Looks were that of a Barbie doll
But looking at them was a highway toll.
Looking at those girls
used to remind me of models
In nostalgia it is like
I have been at the McDowell’s.
Though a shy person in prime
Shifted to another place that time
See a new classmate
I fell for a low rate
Now they are my good friends
And there has been a change of trends
I go to college to spend
4 years of joy time
Whiling away moments
I am running out of words to rhyme
Decency was in every drop of mine
I asked myself whether I was fine
Writing such a poem was not my idea
What’s the matter who looks the criteria
Knowledge other than studies on which I have been keen.
Let go teachers and talking to boys in the class
Girls I used to sight through my glass.
Sighting it was not though exact
Their beauty was so much intact
Looks were that of a Barbie doll
But looking at them was a highway toll.
Looking at those girls
used to remind me of models
In nostalgia it is like
I have been at the McDowell’s.
Though a shy person in prime
Shifted to another place that time
See a new classmate
I fell for a low rate
Now they are my good friends
And there has been a change of trends
I go to college to spend
4 years of joy time
Whiling away moments
I am running out of words to rhyme
Decency was in every drop of mine
I asked myself whether I was fine
Writing such a poem was not my idea
What’s the matter who looks the criteria
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