Memories of my schooldays
The droplets of rain touched forehead
I knew it’s time for me to move ahead
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Beats of a Broken Heart
Memories Fade, so do we forget to remember?
Magical Past, where we jointly tasted bitterness of our tears.
Medicines heal, but can it cure wounds of a broken heart?
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Her dimple cheeks and the staring eyes
Stole the simple mind and heart of an ice
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Throughout these years, i sat and thought,
Words and phrases in tears, my bestie, this is all what i got.
Wine and champagne, i got stoned and wrote this- last night,
For my heart to speak up, how much had i missed you right.
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I rose up listening the musical melody of wind chime
From a sleep, far beyond the custody of sunshine Disappearance of my existence from her life was her dream
Making all her dreams come true was my promise; so i did suicide
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Far away in the hilltops of east, from where starts day and breeze
It was always a land of feast where dewdrops and mist lived apeace
There were just a very few to breathe along with our lad candle
With positive hopes who lived at this incredible mountain called as le sandal
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I had a date, so called a dinner mate,
Your Cat eyes and red lips, I am so late,
A weekend with work later than eight,
Time so priceless, you did not for me wait.
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Oh! My sweet little heart, don't stop your beat in this night of dreams,
Let me think of that magical girl that made you stop and beat so many times.
Oh! My sweet little heart, there is nothing more I have to gain in any life,
Give me just a couple of days; in return take from me all remaining six lives.
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Line of life, is drawn by him for all living being
And that is a two dimensional image, a meaningful scale
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Her charm is like a million diamonds glittering in sun,
So wild like a luscious piece of that passionate red fruit,
Its the memories of that fantastic past we had once,
That has the potential to make any grey sky look blue,
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Every corner of my heart, did I not search, my missing part?
To find you somewhere close to me as once you were…
Came to know a little late my best friend ‘at you are in para...dise!
Sad was I for a long time since then, seven seas born hence.
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Sleep well!
Steep of a hill, say that she is so in thrill,
View in midst of dew, friends she had very few,
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Coz it has to last forever!
Like the horse that escaped from the stable
Like the caged parrot that sang the song of an old label
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Bougainvilleas
They are Flowers coloured white,
The rest say Pale and pink,
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Growing old together!
Life's toughest battles played with love,
You got magic out of every single dove,
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Fingers Crossed …Once Again!
She penned that day, a poem of love, so bright, so right,
I prayed that night, to let my dove, be my dear bride.
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Mother is Love
The world framed red heart as sign of affection
But I grew up trusting mother as symbol of love and attachment
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Born on 21st July 1988 as Grandson of Late Manilal Jamnadas Dattani and Late Kantha ben and Grandson of Late Narikkutty Gopalan and Late Mythili Devi was the Poet, Vaishak Seetharam Dattani. His Father, Mr.Seetharam is working at Kerala and his Mother, Mrs.Vidhya, is a Higher Secondary School Teacher at Kerala. Vaishak did his Schooling at St.Michaels Anglo Indian Higher Secondary School(1992-2006) located at cannanore district in kerala. After Schooling he did his Graduation in Hospitality Management(2006-2009) from VLB Janakiammal College Of Arts and Science at coimbatore, TamilNadu. He's been rewarded from 2006- 2009 at Tamilnadu State level for Poetry writing as well as By Google in 2012, Apirl He started his career with the Hospitality industry soon after his College and works as Front Office Executive at The Marriott, Chennai His Mother tongue is Gujarati & he speaks English, Hindi, Malayalam, Tamil & Gujarti. His main hobby includes collecting Antiques and Fountain pens)
Memories Of My Schooldays
Memories of my schooldays
The droplets of rain touched forehead
I knew it’s time for me to move ahead
With new books and uniforms
To a place of roses and thorns
The droplets of tears fell from my eyes
Though my heart felt as if in ice
Boasting of the tour I went
This was the life’s unforgettable event
The classes which we bunked
And the candies that we munched
Has the delicious taste
Which no recipes can ever bake
Some knew the art of acting
Others knew the art of tacting
For me being the gardens rose
I knew the art of adjusting with thorns
My parents knew my school ’an me
As they came often for answering my good deeds
One of the best days I remember
With smiling lips and watery eyes
Creating a defeat into a victory
Trying to make a fine history
With less pains and sorrows
The journey of my life follows
VaishakSeetharamDattani
12 Feb 2008