Celebration


This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 33; the thirty-third edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is ‘Celebrations’

Sitting in a chair

Feeling nothing,

watching the old me,

become the older me.

My eyes

watch them-

the children play.

Innocence at peak

Love in the hearts.

Reminded

I am

of my

younger days.

But Alas!

my celebrations

have moved

past the window

like all my friends.

I sit here

tasting the

bitterness of

absence.

Desires

I no longer

want, as they

only lead to

sorrow and loss

in faith.

Yet I anticipate

for a better tomorrow

But all I see

in the distance

are the clouds

of the ashen future

I stare, I wait

as they come for me

and watch

the memories

of my Childhood Celebrations

wander into darkness.

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47 thoughts on “Celebration

  1. Feel sad for this old man, Harshal…However, reading this, a para seemed as if it was written as a message to me.. 🙂
    “My eyes
    watch them-
    the children play.
    Innocence at peak
    Love in the hearts.
    Reminded
    I am
    of my
    younger days.
    But Alas!”—-Gripping,and wonderful all the way!:)

    • Thank you very much Panchali. Actually, while once playing in the park with my pals, I saw an old man watching us from a distance. I felt intrigued and wanted to know what kind of thoughts were in his mind. This is my guess of his thoughts. 🙂

  2. Meaningful and very crisp..I find it very difficult to convey what I wish to say..in few words, you have done an excellent job! 🙂 ..
    I have fallen for your Blog appearance..don’t dislike me for honestly accepting that- I might come here again just to enjoy this set up.. I kept on scrolling up and down 😀 ..for a few minutes..
    Coming back to your take on the theme.. I can relate with what you have shared, it happens so often when I see college kids celebrate or youngsters who play in the park..and I just stay.. there..doing nothing.. without friends.. My favorite lines are:
    “But Alas! my celebrations have moved past the window like all my friends.
    I sit here tasting the bitterness of absence.”

    Happy Festive season.. 🙂 ATB for BAT 🙂

    • Thank you very much Megha. 😀

      I keep experimenting with the looks of my blog. I somehow get bored within weeks of the same look, and thus I change. This looked unique to me. 😀 And yes, even I scroll a lot on this theme. 😛

      Thank you again for visiting and commenting. 🙂

      • well if it doesn’t offend you my comment would be

        “i generally skip poetry which are not rhyming or don’t have repetition or such qualities. so i read it more like a flat post or a 55-f . I don’t encourage much of stopping and looking behind and enjoy the memories and thus mourning the present. I might be wrong and might have been observed writing on similar lines but …….!!!!

  3. It was heart touching ,clean and gripping…but was sad. still I really liked it 🙂
    ATB for BAT
    Wish you a Very happy Festive season..keep smiling 🙂
    Cheers..

  4. You’ve beautifully penned down what a person thinks about the different joys of life when he starts considering himself as ineligible for it!

    Loved the new theme! 😛

    ATB for BAT! 🙂

  5. That was very very nice. Something, that will happen to each one of us I guess. Wow to the childhood!!!

    Very nice poem buddy. Easy to understand and relate.

  6. Touching and reminiscent. Made me feel for my own childhood. But these memories are something we would savor all our lives right? 🙂
    Looooove the new look!! taare zameen par style 😀 good luck for BAT

      • Hmm…I was wondering why this very sad (sorta) outlook towards life, and so I asked the band question.

        Guess (and hope), it’s only a passing cloud (or mayhaps a passed cloud)

        And as I read your post again – a strange thought took birth in my head – why should celebration be a positive thing only? Why not ‘negative’….

        • Haha, actually I live more of a bohemian life. This poem was a way of me guessing about the kind of thoughts that would go through an old man’s life when his childhood is flashed right in front of his eyes.

          When positive things happen in life, celebrations tends to take birth. Why would people celebrate something negative?

          • I probably didn’t mention it earlier, but I liked the poem; just that I couldn’t agree the underlying emotions. [ofc, that’s my problem]

            Everything in nature is symmetrical. So for positive celebrations, there ought to be negative celebrations too. The thoughts in my head are cloudy, and unless they condense down and flow as rivers, I can’t put them to paper. Maybe one day, I’ll capture this aspect.

            On another note: Am still so confused – is this the real life or is this just fantasy…

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