It's time to move on

When little things make you really mad 

But  still no one bothers to asks you why you are sad

  when you sit together , but there is nothing to talk

  he is 10 steps ahead , when you walk

When you check your phone and there is no missed call

When there is no hand to steady you, when you trip and fall

When was the last time he held your hand? 

Or pampered you and said " your wish is my command"?

When you get no compliments for your new dress

When pending work gives you no stress

All the arguments give you sleepless nights

And all you remember are the bitter fights

You cry all night and no one asks you what's wrong

You tend to question yourself " is this where I belong" ?

When to others , your own life you compare 

You wonder what happened to all the love and care 

Where did All those promises of " being together "disappear?

Minute seems like day and  a day seems like a year 

When old memories bring more tears than joy

And deep within you feel like a broken toy 

When you find yourself alone from dusk to dawn 

I guess the time has come to move on 

Poem My Bygone years

 

Those were the days my bygone years,

Beautiful memories which sometimes bring tears

 

 

My Dad was in the Army, the ‘Rakshak’ of the motherland

Putting his life in danger , he has traversed the forest and sand

Packing and moving leaving old friends behind

Off to a new place , where new friends I had to find

We made our sweet home wherever we went

 Didn’t care  if it was a bungalow, barracks or a Tent

School  annual day was the Jewel in the Crown

Have tried my hand at all, from fairy ….to a clown

We would bunk classes and practice all day long

Didn’t matter if it was a play, dance or a Song 

Wasn’t great in sports , but the games in charge  I would befriend 

To take part in games only for the glucose we would get at the end

Waited all week for  Geetmala, Chitrahaar and Show Theme

As unlimited choice of channels was a distant dream

All evenings were spent in playing Stapoo, and Hide n Seek

games like Gulli Danda Lagori and statue Which have now become obsolete

Looking through the View Master was a great pass time

Gossiping and complaining about friends was the biggest crime

       Never went to tuitions or attended any commercial class

But surprisingly, with good marks I always managed to pass

Even today the comments from all my friends in my autograph book

Gives me more pleasure than Twitter, Outlook or Facebook