Childhood

Whispering in ears

Promises kept  forever,

Childhood friendships

~

Pretending anger,

flutter lashes for shiny

new doll melts dad's heart

~

Innocent visages

wonder over happenings

losing their childhood.

Life's like poetry

When the rhythm and rhyme collide,

Let the world be born, on strings of sound

A musical day with a dazzling night, befound

Feelings on notes, come alive and glide

Fingers tremble, shiver with musical sparkle,

Hearts pound and flip, dance to it and glide

When the rhythm and rhyme collide,

And the tired rhythms and rhymes startle

Words wakeup, sounds of passion hide,

nearby where poetry is alive

With syllables and lines, five

Life's like poetry with sounds, beside

When the rhythm and rhyme collide

Poetry form: Rondel.


P.S. This is my first attempt at this poetry form.

A text message!

Last night, as I pretended to be deeply engrossed in my studies (you know, for mom's sake), my phone beeped. I tried to resist, but let's face it – when a text arrives, resistance is futile, especially during study sessions.

And it hit me, no more waking up at the crack of dawn to make it to the first lecture (which I consistently missed this year!). No more devouring chips on the way home. Post-college hangouts at MCD? Nope! No more impromptu shopping sprees. No giggling in the corridors or idle canteen sessions. No more daily pictures with the unspoken agreement that "We are in TY!"

Gone are the days of sitting endlessly on a park bench, discussing the future. No more laughing carefreely on the roads, oblivious to judgmental stares. Bunking lectures for movie marathons? A thing of the past. Farewell to those 10 pm returns home. No more meticulous planning and discussions on how to make the most of the vacation.

And, oh, the impulsiveness? That's gone too.

P.S. I have no idea how to conclude this post. *sigh*