Apologies....

Fading Memories.....

Viewing the outside world through my eyes dry I was standing at my doorstep

Suddenly some chuckling noise I could hear,with my whole heart and soul in fret

Stealthily I entered in that sound ,everything was blurred and no one around

That image became clear and I could see,my real and everlasting memories

That chuckling noise was no one else but me and my notorious friends

That was the time when I was a school kid, when no one questioned about whatever I did

We were walking through the corridors, plucking flowers with our tender hands

I could hear the bell that rang forcing us to stand and pray then our stupid games began

Then I moved on in our classes, those scratched windows with glasses

Hey! I can see our names still there for which we were scolded and warned not to be spared

Now I am moving more deeper,the whistling noise, its time to recreate and rejoice

The ground is vast and free,we are there rushing down the stairs

Waiting for the match in glee

I touched those parts of a single book ,we used to share and learn

Remember that pen for which we fought my dear friend

Yeah!..... I could see our dear slam books how we filled it as if they would

Keep you secure and always with me

But yes it was true,we were  quite young but how well we knew

The noise is fading I am moving away

Iam trying to stop myself but there is no way

I am trying to hold back but nothing I can touch

Oh!i can no more see our ground the benches as such

Everything is disappearing windows ,books and flowers

Those days are flowing away along with our school hours

And now  I am again standing at the doorstep viewing the outside world

Through my eyes not dry but wet.

by-

Shrishti Giri