innocence

those were the days…
those were the days…
life seemed so beautiful.

no fear for the future
no hatred for the days lived
where the chase was
for chocolate buttons
and small treats
running in the park
feeding the ducks
and swinging on the swings
a soothing cuddle
when knees were grazed
a tear wiped and a kiss placed

those were the days…
those were the days…
life seemed  so beautiful.

now life is a turmoil
of emotions and thoughts
in the flirting face with a spicy smile
where the hunger
for love and passion lies
friendship being the mantra
with a little teasing engaged
in thoughts and creativity mingled
now we are in a different race
chasing the goal wondering
when it will be achieved
the chase is on for life itself 
now here in the race 
which simply goes on and never ends    

those were the days…
those were the days…
life seemed so beautiful.

in the things that bothered the least
and the main gesture being innocence
enjoying  carefree life to the limit
taking the full value of the age
gone are the days
where innocence which used to be the present
the days will never return again
the memories will never fade
but from childhood to adolescence we must all progress…..

those were the days…
those were the days…
life seemed so beautiful.

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Published in: on March 29, 2007 at 2:55 pm  Comments (5)  

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5 CommentsLeave a comment

  1. missing those days 😦

  2. “those were d best days of my life!!!”(bryan adams style!)….offcourse everyone cherishes those days n dey r not gonna come back….but d beauty of life is tht it gives us another chance to relive those days thru our own kids n later durin old age thru our grand children!!! Imagine a 3 yr old playin wid his grandpa …d grandpa also starts actin like a 3 yr old…n d smile on their faces shows “d beauty of life!!!”

  3. Yaad aayenge wo pal…

  4. Hey, can we ctrl+Z for those days???? 🙂

  5. hey so nicely written. I could connect to each and ever line that you have threaded into a poem.
    Good job


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