Pensive
12-07-2007, 10:06 AM
I just wrote it sometime ago. Probably not really a good poem but I would like to hear your suggestions on how to turn it into such one. Just potrayal of my feelings while imagining the story of this girl (I being on her place). That was fun as well as no fun. But reading comments surely is fun. I am fine with negative ones too. :p
This time last year
Was a party
Today, everyone is too busy
To come to her, to celebrate with her
To get interested in importants events in her life
Except the paper in her hands
That too appears in her misery
Rather than happiness
Or can we celebrate our despondency too?
This time last year
Was a party
When she was popular
When she had a group to belong to
Now when she has started to consider
The whole world her mate
It is not ready to accept her friendship
And pushes her outstretched hand away
This time last year
Was a party
When she was popular
When she had friends not so busy
This time the world pushes
Her hand away in such a way
She does not realise at first
That it does not need her
Her senses reply late
They should have realised it long ago
Sparkle, prominence and 'somebody-ness'
Is what most people look for
Without having an idea about what actually
'Somebody' is
And get trapped due to this lack of knowledge
Where they should not
This time last year
Was a party
When she was popular
When she had friends not so busy
Who have now changed because
They think she is 'nobody'
Without having any idea
What 'nobody' really is
Nobody knows when she/he herself/himself is a nobody.
Or does she/he?
This time last year
Was a party
Today, everyone is too busy
To come to her, to celebrate with her
To get interested in importants events in her life
Except the paper in her hands
That too appears in her misery
Rather than happiness
Or can we celebrate our despondency too?
This time last year
Was a party
When she was popular
When she had a group to belong to
Now when she has started to consider
The whole world her mate
It is not ready to accept her friendship
And pushes her outstretched hand away
This time last year
Was a party
When she was popular
When she had friends not so busy
This time the world pushes
Her hand away in such a way
She does not realise at first
That it does not need her
Her senses reply late
They should have realised it long ago
Sparkle, prominence and 'somebody-ness'
Is what most people look for
Without having an idea about what actually
'Somebody' is
And get trapped due to this lack of knowledge
Where they should not
This time last year
Was a party
When she was popular
When she had friends not so busy
Who have now changed because
They think she is 'nobody'
Without having any idea
What 'nobody' really is
Nobody knows when she/he herself/himself is a nobody.
Or does she/he?