The times when small things
Could bring us joy
Our faces lit up with
But just one small toy
When our mothers made
Sure that we ate all right
And we always had daddy
Holding our hands very tight.
What happened to the innocence
That once was within?
What happened to the honesty,
The ethics and the discipline?
When did the concept of
Love and friendship change?
When did life become
Just about our selfish selves?
Why is it not possible to
Run back to the purity of childhood?
Why are we alone and
Why is that our choice?
Why do we expect the worst
And not believe the good?
Why do we deceive the world
And then even lie to ourselves?
Is this is what growing up is about?
Is this what it all was meant to be?
Was childhood just a happy dream?
Was faith in god just an excuse?
So where do we go from here?
So do we just keep walking alone?
Will there ever be answers to questions?
Will there ever be a happy me?
Could bring us joy
Our faces lit up with
But just one small toy
When our mothers made
Sure that we ate all right
And we always had daddy
Holding our hands very tight.
What happened to the innocence
That once was within?
What happened to the honesty,
The ethics and the discipline?
When did the concept of
Love and friendship change?
When did life become
Just about our selfish selves?
Why is it not possible to
Run back to the purity of childhood?
Why are we alone and
Why is that our choice?
Why do we expect the worst
And not believe the good?
Why do we deceive the world
And then even lie to ourselves?
Is this is what growing up is about?
Is this what it all was meant to be?
Was childhood just a happy dream?
Was faith in god just an excuse?
So where do we go from here?
So do we just keep walking alone?
Will there ever be answers to questions?
Will there ever be a happy me?
4 comments:
hey sorry 4 posting a comment... but plz check out ur orkut account 4 a teaser... bbye... tc
well dis is a stranger here...ur realisation of feelings is indeed beautiful and full of insight, bt still d poems feel like they r there bt they ain't exactly they shud be....i guess a re-write of ur poems shud get u there...there is a lots and lots of scope 4 bettering it[:)]...bt yes ur understanding of emotions and insight is truly admirable...and thankfully ur poems have in them that positive feel, which mostly lacks wen ppl write on lovelorn aspects...gud work...
re-write them and they vil get bettr(dnt take offence bt i thought dat d expression uz lacking and there were trails of ur obscurity in it...) a re-write mite giv u clarity too
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wow!
I laugh, I love, I hope, I try, I hurt, I need, I fear, I cry. And I know you do the same things too, So we're really not that different, me and you.
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