Gone..

Gone are the days,
Of waking up as and when we want,
Feeling the dreams we saw,
Experiencing the world in our way.

Gone are the days,
Where imaginations had no bounds,
Where future was a mystery we didn’t care about,
Where pressure and stress seemed far away.

Gone are the days,
When freedom was what we had,
World was what we saw,
And beauty was what we felt.

Gone are those beautiful days,
Gone are those magical carefree moments,
Gone are those childhood days,
Gone far away.

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17 Comments Add yours

  1. This made me feel so old, my life is gone. This made me realise that days are not gone but need to realise the importance of life in each passing day.

    This is very creatively put… I like the script and I also as if I was watching a movie with passing in life. Nicely put… Very great!!

    1. Saloni says:

      Thanks a lot for your appreciating words. We all tend to loose such days ..

    2. missed some words in between**I like the script and I also felt as if I was watching a movie with Life passing by. **

  2. colinandray says:

    Hi Saloni – I love the concept behind that poem, but is your life as an adult really lacking in all those areas?

    Do you no longer feel dreams?
    Is your imagination so rigidly constrained?
    Do you no longer feel beauty?

    My childhood days are most certainly gone, but I still have magical moments. I still have a high degree of freedom.

    My view of the world is clearly very different now, but I still love to wake up in the morning and experience yet another day here. I still love to dream about what could be, and my times spent with Ray are often magical. My childhood life is no more, but my adult life is probably more exciting because I understand so much more and can utilize that knowledge however I desire. Just thinking!

    1. Saloni says:

      True, there are still moments we have but nothing is same as compared to childhood. As we grow we tend to think and feel as world thinks. We now see apple as yes its a red apple but during our childhood we think why is the apple red?
      That’s the difference I am trying to show.

  3. Stars of Life says:

    Beautiful!
    I guess childhood was the most amazing span of life because, we didn’t had any tensions, we didn’t had any of worries, we didn’t care about what’s going on around. We were in our own rhythm and lived our life to the fullest. As we are growing elder, responsibilities are increasing and hence they are making us aware of the meaning of life. Though, every period in life has its bliss and changes. And yes, they have their own aromatic essence. πŸ™‚

    1. Saloni says:

      Agreed. Childhood are those carefree days of enjoyment. Thank you for your words πŸ™‚

  4. karhats says:

    Hey, I found your blog on community swimming pool. Yep those days have been gone for a really and I mean really long time, but we have to embrace each like our last cause death and all that stuff is coming…

    1. Saloni says:

      True πŸ™‚

  5. Chandni Asnani says:

    Such a heart touching post! True, there’s nothing like childhood! ☺

    1. Saloni says:

      I know. Sadly it passed away.

  6. Loved reading this πŸ™‚ The title reminded of a post I wrote with the same title but all different concept πŸ˜‰ If possible, you can check @ https://darshith0000.wordpress.com/2015/07/13/gone-are-the-days/

    1. Saloni says:

      Thanks. Your post was amazing as usual πŸ™‚

      1. Thank you πŸ˜€ Oh you read that? I am honored πŸ˜›

      2. Saloni says:

        That’s too much to say

      3. Same title but different content πŸ˜‰

      4. Saloni says:

        Yeah true πŸ˜€

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