Excerpts from yore
– Eira Kumar
when did these brick red walls
turn into nostalgic pillars of what once was ?
i call this my home,
my second abode
will we ever glee to free periods again,
or scribble in our heavy worded pages ?
not a word paid to the teacher,
because dumb conversations
transcended monotonous lessons always
no more audible gasps,
or playing for hours in the rain
there’s no more skipping classes,
no more hiding from the teachers vain
the smell of freshly made tiffins
and the ketchup i so fondly hate
the smell of what felt like home
it’s all coming to its parting end
do these friendships last forever ?
or do just their echoed memories persist ?
the laughter, the noise, the familiarity
they stitch up the perfect soundtrack
i guess this is what they play at the credits
a melancholic adieu to the ending
so were the days of yore
and now,
the present takes over the past
for not long ago
this experience felt like forever
now it’s just a nostalgic souvenir
just another walk of life.
no more will i awake at the crack of dawn
or stay up late bedazzling my notebooks
no more will the child in me,
exist as a physical being
it feels like yesterday,
with school bags in hand
poking fun at the bus stop
our faint giggles
still echo over all the music
oh did the ending credits,
have to roll out so quick?
kehte hai,
zindagi jiyo, toh khul ke karna
zindagi jiyo, toh khul ke karna
ye yadein hamari
na bhul ke rakhna