The girl with whom I never talked

The girl with smiling face,
the girl with silken hair,
If that day I hadn't been shy,
tales of her beauty I could share.

Lovely words she would speak,
To talk her, opportunities I would seek,
But a sudden silence would prevail,
to talk again I would fail.

I mulled, I thought, I pondered again,
Why this curse, why this bane?
Why couldn't I express what I thought?
A few moments with her I sought.

I could never gather my courage
to tell her once of my desire.
To talk her once about my dreams,
of what I wish and I aspire.

Of speaking those words I'd think,
of writing a song I would dream.
for one day I would be successful,
to me it would always seem.

In my memories, she'll forever exist,
for I cannot forget her grace,
even if we couldn't ever talk,
even if she was just a passing phase.

Life used to be so good when we were small ..

Life seemed to be so good

when we were small,

when someone was always there

every time we would fall.

When everyone would bear

our tantrums and fears 

and everyone tried his best

to wipe our drops of tears.

When the books, pencils and crayons

to us used to be sacred

and we had no enemies

as we didn't knew of hatred.

When no one used to be hurt

by anything we used to say

and we would patch up every fight

at the most within a day.

When every single person

with us had wanted to play

and to convince someone

we had nothing to say.

When we didn't care to complete

assignments pages after page

and we could kiss with much ease

a beautiful girl of our age.

When all we cared was for

our things and our friends

and we knew nothing of fashion

or following the latest trends.

When for reaching a place

we never had to hurry,

When for our coming future

we never had to worry.

I know these thoughts of mine

may just be called a bit insane ,

but Oh God ! How I wish,

Can't those days come again?