Story of a Poet: #10. ~I forgot…..what school was!~

Somewhere between the incessant forwards

And the friendships in the backyards

Somewhere between complaining about bf/gf and crushes.

Somewhere between the late night phone calls to friends

And the “I love you s “and “I miss you s “

And what are we doing tonight’s?

Somewhere between all of the changing and growing

Amidst the classes and theirs skipping

And those late night studying

And studies for tests kind of pretending

And the downright not studying,

I forgot…

I forgot what school was all about.

Somewhere between our canteens and the roadside samosas

Somewhere between paying bills and then begging on others,

And Making plans, and breaking plans

Appearing and Disappearing, then reappearing

I forgot…

I forgot what it was like to cry.

I forgot that pretending to be happy

Doesn’t really make you happy

And that pretending to be smart

Doesn’t make you smart.

I forgot…

That you can’t just forget the past

…so fast…

Into the fear of the near future.

I forgot…

That you can’t control falling in love

And that you can’t force yourself into its dove.

I learned that I can love.

I learned that it’s okay to mess up and rove.

And it’s okay to ask for help.

And it’s okay to feel like crap.

I learned that it’s okay to complain

And whine to all your friends for a whole day to explain.

I learned that sometimes the things you want most

You just can’t have.

And the things that you don’t look for

Are right in front of you.

I learned that the greatest thing about school,

Isn’t about the birthdays or cold drinks or the hookups,

It’s the friendships, which meant taking chances

I learned that sometimes the things we want to forget

Are the things we need to talk about most .

I learned that time and love can heal all things.

I learned that just when you think

It can’t get worse…It really does,

But with the love and support of your friends_you survive,

I learned that when you start feeling bad about losing touch

And about those you’ve lost,

They too are feeling the same way.

I learned that texts from friends are the most important things

And that sending cards to them brings a perpetual delight.

Eventually I just learned after all those plights

You can’t keep them all nor can you respite.

And above all the lessons I learned

Friendship was the best I earned.


3 thoughts on “Story of a Poet: #10. ~I forgot…..what school was!~

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    1. I wrote this one when I was still in school. Its been almost 4 prolonged years to that time, but every time I go back in time, its essence feels the same way.
      Master piece? aah…
      Master pieces are coming next. 😛

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