Firecracker
As kids we were fired up, charged up, hung up, and fooled up.
We scorched in the sun, playfully, chasing each other.
Drank the same water each day, flew in the same air,
Nothing and everything amazed us, nothing vividly to bother.
Then something happened. A blurry spot on the rear mirror.
We tried making noise and light. Like a bloody festival firecracker.
A dark night we tried to enlighten with our dying fire.
We went high and high in hope of going higher.
With a noise we wanted people to get scared with, we tried blasting.
The stars looked close; the sky was merciless liar.
Suddenly the sky is clear again, only the dying smoke toss and stir.
Oh, in the festivals of lights called life, we are the forgotten firecracker.
Was Listening to: "Epiphany" by Staind
08th of November,2007. 3.20 A.M.
2 comments:
hehe....well frm my blog it does seem like im always sulkin o m always sad o bla bla but its not lik tht....its jus dat i choose to write only about my diff moments...n yea as far as movin on is concerned...all these posts r not fo 1 person:p...lol...but yea evn im kinda fed up o writin melancholic poems all d time....thinkin o changin d name also...ul see d change soon:)
n yea bout yo latest post...we sure r forgottn firecrackers!n uve ut it across very well:)
hey
nah...i think life is damn real!
n m no more melancholy's child...m crystal ship now:)
n ya my real name is Hina Seth :)
waz urs?
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