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A/N: I haven't done any poetry for almost a year. This poem is actually dedicated dearly to my beloved English Teacher who had left us and will further be going to Holland with her meant-to-be husband in a few months. Her departing is as if a chunk of myself is being taken out. English is very dear to me, despite it being my second language, and I have worked my head off in making it better. The poem actually describes my first meeting with her followed by the events of two years spend together.
So I hope you like it. please R&R dear readers..
Enjoy!
Nostalgia
Alone for a while
I've been searching through the sky
Wind gushing through my soul
Watching the night bird soaring high
Bathed in the moonlight
A single tear cascading down my cheek
Questioning the silent firmament
Why life seems so bleak?
Traces of the time spent with you
Envisaged before my eyes
All those laughs, all those cries
Ended with impulsive good byes
Ambiguity dissipated as you held my hand
And illuminated my way
My fears brushed off
When you promised you would stay
The world watched the time,
Passed by of spring and frost
Till now I never experienced
The fright of ever being lost
It feels just like yesterday when I scrambled from behind the veil
Out of the blue encountering you
Looking back it seems fate had it all planned
Though I passed by without a clue
Far from over we met again
As I enrolled in this new grade
Its astounds me to quite an extent
Of what miracles you helped me made
The ever wondrous colors of amity varied
And once again we drifted apart
My infatuation for you though
Amplified deep within my heart
It was not long before you returned
And we began a brand new start
You displayed the assortment of the shades of literature
And taught us the way to conjure this art
You promised me the moons and stars
You promised me light in dark
You promised me days of rose
You taught me poem and prose
This vindictive veracity crushes my insides
And ceases my straying deliberation
The truth that you are finally departing
Stabs me hard with indignation
At the end of this traumatic dilemma
When this woeful hysteria will gradually fade
Then I will recall the memories and lessons preached
Through all the valediction and good byes you bade
"Ashes of this moment are flowers of the next
You should admire them and hope for the best
Walk steadily and you will rise
Destiny will be a pleasant surprise"
Days of rejoice will soon come
And the humanity will smile with our smile
Do part us with sorrows none
I hope this farewell is only for a while
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Till next time
Neena
