OMG YOU GUYS IT'S 2015! (In case some of you had forgotten - The Obvious, brought to you by Kaporni) Yay I'm so excited I have so many goals and I'm going to be so organized and so SO good at Math maybe even Physics this year! Except that it's 1.45 am and tomorrow is a school day and I'm not yet asleep. But that's for a good(ish) reason! Okay so it's been a pretty long time since I wrote a poem which wasn't dedicated to somebody (for a friend, etc) which made me very sad and doubt myself but not for a very long time though. I'm pretty self satisfied when it comes to all that. OKAY so I hadn't er 'penned my musings' in a long time if you will (I wouldn't) and tonight I finally did! Hurrah and yippie! I was lying in bed looking at my pictures in my phone's camera when I began feeling very nostalgic for some reason, which is sort of the theme for the poem. That, and time. I don't quite know if I'll convey the message I want to, or if people will be able to relate to it. I sure hope they will.
So the poem is about time and nostalgia. And how things change. And how sometimes we desperately try to stop change but change is all "To hell with YOU, Imma do what I please!". And sometimes, we do nothing to stop it. Either way, Change wins. And that scares me. And comforts me.
"Time seems to be slipping by, and I can't seem to stop it,
Someone, somewhere is killing it, and I seem to be the culprit.
People change, and so do the circumstances,
We promise that we won't, but we soon do run out of second chances.
The face of your alleged 'lifelong friend' since ages you have not seen,
A month or two since your hour long chats it almost has been.
Day by day, everything and everybody appears to be the same,
Yet when you look back, it is altogether a different game.
You gradually replace people, one after another, in your life,
If they cut the cord, chances are, you handed them the knife.
Maybe you tried to hold on, but your hand eventually slipped,
Maybe to not let go you weren't yet fully equipped.
Change is but natural, for existence required,
He who can change yet remain consistent, is, however, admired.
Time is eternal, yet life will be over in the blink of an eye,
Call up someone you used to talk to; and don't ask why.
Some people are worth keeping around till your last breath and final sigh,
After all nobody will be around forever; neither you nor I."
Thank you for reading!
Hugz 4frm Kapoorni
So the poem is about time and nostalgia. And how things change. And how sometimes we desperately try to stop change but change is all "To hell with YOU, Imma do what I please!". And sometimes, we do nothing to stop it. Either way, Change wins. And that scares me. And comforts me.
"Time seems to be slipping by, and I can't seem to stop it,
Someone, somewhere is killing it, and I seem to be the culprit.
People change, and so do the circumstances,
We promise that we won't, but we soon do run out of second chances.
The face of your alleged 'lifelong friend' since ages you have not seen,
A month or two since your hour long chats it almost has been.
Day by day, everything and everybody appears to be the same,
Yet when you look back, it is altogether a different game.
You gradually replace people, one after another, in your life,
If they cut the cord, chances are, you handed them the knife.
Maybe you tried to hold on, but your hand eventually slipped,
Maybe to not let go you weren't yet fully equipped.
Change is but natural, for existence required,
He who can change yet remain consistent, is, however, admired.
Time is eternal, yet life will be over in the blink of an eye,
Call up someone you used to talk to; and don't ask why.
Some people are worth keeping around till your last breath and final sigh,
After all nobody will be around forever; neither you nor I."
Thank you for reading!
Hugz 4frm Kapoorni
