Today morning I had a rather dull start and I was seeking some motivation to move on. I was digging my mailbox for something useful or something interesting and I found out a thread of conversation that I had among some best friends of mine in college, a few months back. It brought back memories and I got too nostalgic and penned down the below words. I just meant to write what I felt but it came out in the form of verses and I just went along. It is not exactly a poem, but just a feeling that came out this way. It might be a bit raw, like a child’s attempt at poetry. Still I felt that it was special because what caused this was special. So here it is, I dedicate it to all my friends.
Bored was her heart, seeking a new start,
The day seemed long and dull; she was searching for a lull,
She hit upon an old conversation with her friends in her mailbox,
As she read it, she was washed over by a wave of nostalgia,
All the fun they had, the teasing charade,
The family tree, movie-spree,
The non-stop assignments that became friends’ consignments,
All they did was to bunk classes and eat junk food at the hostel,
Yet those days are dear and the laughter was still ringing for her to hear,
The silly fights and the patch-up times, always had them laughing later like a wind-chime,
To think of all those now, seemed like a bygone fairytale,
All that is left now is the memories and slam book memoirs,
And a never-ending song in her heart.
Until later 🙂
P.S : I don’t know what’s with me and the color Cyan. I seem to be liking it more and more by each passing day, that I want to see it everywhere and use it everywhere. Is it because winter is here and I have always associated any shade of blue to winter?