Times were when roving irises were furtive lips,
When random sight spelt intimate voice
And reams were said
Sans a single word.
Times were when things were
As bright as bright can be
And love was all that raged within
With a mighty promise of endless bliss.
Times were when hearts spoke
With the fervour of touch... and feeling,
And yet no speech, no utterance
Escaped in time in aid of love.
Times were when a boy and a girl
Lived their stories as two aloof
And yet never missed the chance
Of stealing that one emotive glance.
And then the times fell apart
As the girl departed for ever and beyond
And all that seemed to stay along
Were echoes of a mournful song…
Times were when I believed
That every rhyme has a reason
And good times know no season,
But now it seems I was but a child.
It seemed disaster was afoot
But fate it was, cold to human emotion
So I know, and so I wonder
That such times ever were…
A WAYWARD WORD: This might have been offensive to your literary palate, but I couldn't have written any better six years back. Passably bad for an eighth grader, I suppose.
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6 comments:
hmm..a bit amateur..but it's too good for a eighth grader..clearly shows dis guy has been bestowed with superb writing..morning shows the day n here when one sees the posts below he feels how mature has he grown..nice work all in all
*writing skills
u wrote dis in ur eighth grade?????
i think its amazing...
wel, i wont call it a fascimile of wat i originally wrote.. dere r a few additions and a few deletions (of some real embarrassments) here n there to tidy things up a bit, bt the work remains essentially the same... i took care it read the same after the changes.. and when the stink was equally vulgar, i knew i had succeeded..
modest eh?
yep.. as ever ;)
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