Life as we know it:)



dwelling upon those well-spent days...
and the people, who made them that way
i cant help but wish 
to build a bridge,
that would get me across the memory lane
and lead me back home,
where those distant faces linger
with those ever lasting smiles
and those happy tears


As i try and fight the nostalgia, 
which builds up inside of me
i feel so stuck halfway
because i know now,
that no matter how long i try to cling on
to those times,
they would still slip away,


and if only,
time would rejuvenate 
because,


when i stare out into that past
i remember nothing, 
yet, i recall the gain


but then the remains
of those scattered memories remind me...
that i could not blame anyone,
for not staying the same
since its just life playing,
playing, its most played game:)
<3

Comments

  1. Ovais3 October 2011 at 21:43

    I love~~~

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  2. kei3 October 2011 at 21:58

    .its so melancholic of you..

    hey, check out my blog, you have an award there =)

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  3. ..the floodgate of feelings..:]4 October 2011 at 04:30

    @ovais...:)

    @kharren..thnx for the lovely award!:D
    and the compli!:)

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  4. A blank face4 October 2011 at 08:52

    It's a marvelous piece of poetry! Just marvelous!!
    You my friend will go a long way :)

    Loved it! <3 <3 <3 :)

    btw an standing ovation for you for receiving the truly deserved award of the best blogger around! :D

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  5. umna khan4 October 2011 at 09:18

    mmmaannn...! no words...! :D <3 loved it like hell...! thumbs up...

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  6. lalain anwar4 October 2011 at 09:49

    hey..........it's w0nderful!!!!!!!!!

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  7. MAHNOOR4 October 2011 at 10:15

    U WRITE BEAUTIFULLY :D

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  8. Rubab4 October 2011 at 11:50

    amazinggggg (:

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  9. ..the floodgate of feelings..:]4 October 2011 at 12:23

    @ a blank face...:D...i hope i do..thanks for the compli:DDD...hahaha nd wow u notcd the award!:D

    @lalain,umna,mahnoor, nd rubab... thankyouu:D

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  10. Anonymous5 October 2011 at 13:22

    a blog dat can touch every1 nd ne1 jxt whn he/she reads evn d very first few lines of it :) it made ME senti <3

    u are 1 ov a kind :)

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  11. Fatima6 October 2011 at 04:22

    Melancholic yet the fact of life...put forth wonderfully !

    TC

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  12. ..the floodgate of feelings..:]6 October 2011 at 10:49

    @anonymous...awwwhhh...:)...if i cant make u senti...then who can..han?:D:) <3
    @ fatima...:) thnkyou so mch...yes true...its a fact:)

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  13. CookieCrumbsInc.8 October 2011 at 07:49

    Sometimes I think nostalgia and a yearning to go back to how things were are two emotions that hurt us more than we think them capable of.

    I got lost in the poem, transported back to a time that I wish would come back... beautiful.
    And I love the picture, as well:)

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  14. ..the floodgate of feelings..:]17 October 2011 at 08:30

    @peevee...yeah therefore what we learn from these emotions r to make the best of our moments...to make the best of each second we pass with our loved ones...that way regret wont come our way:)
    and thanks:)

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