Those were the days...

4:38:00 PM

You knew you could get up late,
Throw tantrums, of things you just can't relate,
Lie blissfully and then hope to mend your ways,
Cause those were the days.

You could go downstairs, to see the table laid,
Not even bother if you made your bed,
Find warm milk, a toast and a pack of your favorite Lays,
Cause those were the days.

You could shed that tear, or laugh unfazed,
Or snuggle up to your mom to get a fright erased,
See everyone run behind you to get you dressed,
Not a thought ever passed to see them washed and pressed,

You could decide which place to go to picnic or to dine,
Or storm off and shut your door when things don't go fine.
No matter how and where and what you are,
You always knew that you will be the star,
People miss your antics when you go a little far,
And come to pick you up in your favorite car.
And when you then show back your angelic face,
You get presents all with ribbon and lace.
"Oh how tall has he grown", "How smart he is", is what everyone says,
Cause after all, those were the days.

But now everything is different, all has changed,
Time has flown by, taking away the things of old,
You are now big, and alone and no one bothers much,
You got no one, no one to help you as such.

No one wakes you up, or gets you ready for the day,
Whether it is for a workday or a holiday.
No one buys you anything or takes you out,
There is no one to reprimand or punish or to just shout.

Your mistake earlier bought you another chance,
But now, it just means you got fired with no advance.
No one compliments you on a new bag, shoe or dress.
It is no longer cool to cheat to win a game of chess.

There are no weekends or summer holidays to look forward to,
No theme parties, night outs, celebrations, decorations to do.
A bruised knee, lots of tears, a band-aid, a smile,
All this just hasn't happened in a long long while.

Stealing mangoes and flowers and other fruit,
Playing hide and seek, cricket or game of toot-toot.
Ringing your neighbors doorbell and running afar,
May now just lead up to a mighty war.

Being called cute and adorable by any aunt and uncle,
Get goosebumps when your crush smiles at you with a twinkle.
All this stuff just doesn't happen anymore.
What happened? Wheres all the innocence I had in my core?

I guess I know the answer when I think of the yore.
That I am just not thirteen anymore.
I miss those days those nights those time.
Life was beautiful and my world was so small.
I know it that I am short of words when my lines fail to rhyme,
But those were just the best days of my life, if I may call.

(inspired after watching 13 going on 30)

3 comments

  1. One of ur most 'relateable' poems!!! Nice work.

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  2. hmmm...although as a self confessed stoneheart, childhood nostalgia isnt my cup of tea, it still is a nice poem...As a poet,you show a certain sense of realism and grounding in appreciating the ordinary matters of evryday life, something which I lack totally...

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  3. i am humbled to receive such a comment from a master... respect!!!

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