Pensive
06-15-2008, 05:07 PM
Feeling this great pang of nostalgia hitting me, just wrote it a few minutes back.
Books
You think of those books
No matter how critics called them crappy
Their endings were so happy
That after having read them
You slept comfortably
Those books are gone.
Books
You think of these books
Crushing, biting, cutting you
Enforcing you to think - so true
About all bad that can occur
Yet can't be stopped
These books lie awaiting you in your bookshelf
Words
You think of those words
Which found it so easy to make their way out of your mouth
Easy telling your friend what were angry with them about
A pleasure to express yourself it used to be
Simple words - but with all innocence and beauty of a child
Those words are forgotten.
Words
You think of these words
Which you weigh before you let them out
Many times with pretension all about
Friends of lies
Foes of truth
So unlike the previous you
These words are your present mode of communication
Knowledge
You think of the knowledge you possessed
Little it might have been but to you it was everything
"I am all knowledgeable" with this statement you clinged
Little girl having just learnt how to spell 'heir'
Didn't consider herself any worse than Shakespeare
That knowledge no longer suffices
Knowledge
You think of the knowledge you now have
Times times it might be than that you had before
And hey, you still want more!
Never is it satisfiable
Long is the road to wisdom
Little is the time
This knowledge is but a pain
Question-marks
You think of the question-marks you had in mind
How you thought one day they would all vanish
You would soon find the answers and all doubts would perish
Somebody in this world would have answers to them all
Accompanying that somebody you would be a know-it-all
Those question-marks are still there
Question-marks
You think of the question-marks you have in mind
Many more than before, including those of yore
Answers that never got to be found - ah such a bore
The more you look them in the eye
The more they make fun of you
These question-marks are hopeless
Beliefs
You think of the beliefs you had
A fair world where nature was to show people the right path
Justice with good people entering heaven and bad ones exposed to nature's wrath
The idea of an After-life serving means of escape to worldly sorrows
And the belief there will always be a perfect morrow
Those beliefs were just beliefs
Beliefs
You think of the beliefs you have
Few without doubt
Dubiousness evident in your thoughts
Cynical thoughts swimming though your head
If there is a proper belief you have it is
The world is pretty dark, unlike the one you always considered so red
These beliefs are funny to be known as beliefs
Love
You think of what love was in your eyes
Beauty. Blessing of nature. Something you never wanted to live without
Like a song of bird. Resembling the waterfall. Love like the stars shining in the night
Oh they looked so bright! How very bright!
Your strength
That love is a thing of past
Love
You think of what love is in your eyes
Pain. Bane of existence. Something you would be better without
Like the hell-fire agonizing. Bearing resemblance to this star you can reach but never grasp
And at times it is even out of your very reach
The image is not as shiny as you had always painted it to be
This is love.
But who likes pain?
Who likes despondency?
Who likes love as hell-fire?
Who likes a quivering belief?
At least not the weak you.
Now is the time for nostalgia to hit.
Books
You think of those books
No matter how critics called them crappy
Their endings were so happy
That after having read them
You slept comfortably
Those books are gone.
Books
You think of these books
Crushing, biting, cutting you
Enforcing you to think - so true
About all bad that can occur
Yet can't be stopped
These books lie awaiting you in your bookshelf
Words
You think of those words
Which found it so easy to make their way out of your mouth
Easy telling your friend what were angry with them about
A pleasure to express yourself it used to be
Simple words - but with all innocence and beauty of a child
Those words are forgotten.
Words
You think of these words
Which you weigh before you let them out
Many times with pretension all about
Friends of lies
Foes of truth
So unlike the previous you
These words are your present mode of communication
Knowledge
You think of the knowledge you possessed
Little it might have been but to you it was everything
"I am all knowledgeable" with this statement you clinged
Little girl having just learnt how to spell 'heir'
Didn't consider herself any worse than Shakespeare
That knowledge no longer suffices
Knowledge
You think of the knowledge you now have
Times times it might be than that you had before
And hey, you still want more!
Never is it satisfiable
Long is the road to wisdom
Little is the time
This knowledge is but a pain
Question-marks
You think of the question-marks you had in mind
How you thought one day they would all vanish
You would soon find the answers and all doubts would perish
Somebody in this world would have answers to them all
Accompanying that somebody you would be a know-it-all
Those question-marks are still there
Question-marks
You think of the question-marks you have in mind
Many more than before, including those of yore
Answers that never got to be found - ah such a bore
The more you look them in the eye
The more they make fun of you
These question-marks are hopeless
Beliefs
You think of the beliefs you had
A fair world where nature was to show people the right path
Justice with good people entering heaven and bad ones exposed to nature's wrath
The idea of an After-life serving means of escape to worldly sorrows
And the belief there will always be a perfect morrow
Those beliefs were just beliefs
Beliefs
You think of the beliefs you have
Few without doubt
Dubiousness evident in your thoughts
Cynical thoughts swimming though your head
If there is a proper belief you have it is
The world is pretty dark, unlike the one you always considered so red
These beliefs are funny to be known as beliefs
Love
You think of what love was in your eyes
Beauty. Blessing of nature. Something you never wanted to live without
Like a song of bird. Resembling the waterfall. Love like the stars shining in the night
Oh they looked so bright! How very bright!
Your strength
That love is a thing of past
Love
You think of what love is in your eyes
Pain. Bane of existence. Something you would be better without
Like the hell-fire agonizing. Bearing resemblance to this star you can reach but never grasp
And at times it is even out of your very reach
The image is not as shiny as you had always painted it to be
This is love.
But who likes pain?
Who likes despondency?
Who likes love as hell-fire?
Who likes a quivering belief?
At least not the weak you.
Now is the time for nostalgia to hit.