Those Were The Days Poem by Sanket Mishra

Cubicles upon cubicles of brow-ed up individuals
Delving deep into Company provided resources
Intense work out of spastic fingers
Sporadic words, Ignominious Silences and Reverberations of crying out souls

Cut-throat glances of competitive kind
Pages upon pages of frozen lives
Greying routine of thinning hairlines
Surreptitious emotions, Silenced wars and Nostalgia of memories gone by

Drifting away of suggestive minds
Sepia stained pieces of alluring reminiscences
Divine symptoms of rejuvenated hearts
Hallowed TV Rooms, unmissable playgrounds and Cheers of people of another race

Homely brew of angelic beverages
Light hearted jibes of missed friends
Tipsy nature of grandiose brains
Blown up laughters, muted down sorrows and terrors of the oft-missed lecture

Silly is the man who lives in his past, they say
Nothing awaits a person who cant think about his future, they preach
But they dont know that Those were the Days
Them were the people and That was the place
And with the ticking time bombs of apt success upon our heads
We shall treasure these memories till our deathbeds.