Something is missing in the modern lifestyle. The dazzle of city robbed my childhood friend, without whom I can’t imagine my childhood.
I still have his glimpse in some old photographs
That tree, which was present in my courtyard
I still have some memories of that little bird
when seen her nest, how happily I jumped
I Still have the shadows of that swing
How fun it was while playing
Yeah, I still have some broken pieces of them
But my friend, furnitures are just wood can’t give same feeling as them
I still have the habit of writing tales
But, yet not written anything as beautiful as my childhood tales.
~Priyamvada
उस शजर का जिक्र होता है कुछ पुरानी तस्वीरों में
कभी जो मेरे घर के आँगन में हुआ करता था.
बात उस चिड़िया की भी होती है बचपन के किस्सों में
के कैसे मैं उसके घोसले को देख कर उछल पड़ी थी.
और वो झूला तो मैं आज तक नहीं भूल पायी
जिसे हम बच्चों ने बड़ी जद्दोज़हत से लगाया था.
हाँ उस शजर के कुछ बेजान से टुकड़े आज भी पड़े हैं
पर जनाब,फर्निचरों में उस शजर जैसी कोई बात कहाँ
~ Priyamvada
Who is your childhood friend without whom you can’t imagine your childhood.
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This post has a deep mysterious rhythm to it which immediately teleported me to old memories. Life gets so complex as we grow and desire more. Blessed were those days of innocence when getting lost was the only worry. Although we are alone and actually lost in this maze of life now yet have distanced ourselves from the swing on that tree. Very beautifully and practically portrayed.
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A drastic change in life circumstances cannot be overlooked on this topic. Unfortunately when I moved from Ohio to Florida at age 13, I never saw my best friend Mark again.
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those who were young before the computer and social media existed often do not know what happened to their childhood-friends and know a lot of friends who left this world already. Also present days we see diminishing because of death taking them away from us.
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Yeah! That’s sad & true, But life must go on.
Thank you for reading 🙂 🙂
With love
RS🌿
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My childhood friend, long missed, now lives in the view from my window, in the yellow house I see when the leaves drop.
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Thank you so much for reading and commenting 🙂
With Love
RS🌿
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What a beautiful dedication!
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Thank you so much 🙂
RS🌿
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My childhood friend was the forest, and I recovered when I came to South Germany.
Not the same forest, but the same forest doesn’t exist anymore, so I’m happy nevertheless.
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Always Stay happy and positive
With love
RS🌿
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I’m happy to have a forest nearby again, even if it’s not exactly the same one. It’s forest all the same, and feels like home too.
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The trees at recess beside the bog
Where we played our games of Olympian gods
Running through as fast as fast
Escaping the present into the past
Piles of pine tags form rooms of play
Kitchen and social and maybe one day
A home for me and for my friend
Dreaming of friendship than never would end
Dragons live forever, but not so little girls
Years spin out threads, planet twirls
Who we are now, why aren’t we the same
As who we were then in childhood game
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Wow, it’s really amazing.
Thank you for letting us read.
With love
RS🌿
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Amazing!
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Thank you for reading and appreciating 🙂
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It reminded me of my childhood days and a whole lot of friends. Beautiful poem Priyamvada 🙂
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Thanks a bunch dear friend.
Feeling blessed 🙂
RS🌿
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My childhood friend has to be my innocence
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Agree! Innocence is true synonym for childhood.
Thanks for reading:)
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Great. Loved reading your blog.
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Thanks a bunch for reading and appreciating.
Feeling blessed 🙂
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It’s always a pleasure to read something fresh.
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Great
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Thank you
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Nostalgia galore…..stirring..love it
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Thank you for reading and appreciating 🙂
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Please read my first post
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Fabulous post
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When I was a little girl we had an oak tree beside our pond. My brother planted it when he was little so I never knew it as a particularly big tree but it had one long, sturdy branch which we could sit astride. Yes, it was my fantasy horse, being flexible I would bounce it low to the ground and then push my strong little feet as hard as I could and swing the branch up. I was always talking to myself, gifting the tree my childhood stories.
burble, burble pond
whisper, whisper leaves
pass these stories on
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Thank you for sharing your sweet childhood memories with us.
And thanks for reading 🙂 🙂
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Beautiful and peaceful…
My grandsons have never really been outside their house without their parents: no outdoor adventures; sheltered; and protected from real and imagined dangers!
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Thank you so much for reading and sharing your thoughts.
😊😊
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You’re welcome…
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I’m interested in the dedication before the poem. Could you incorporate it into the poem? It might be interesting, or do you disagree? It might be difficult, but I’m thinking it could be something similar to this:
Yeah, I still have the broken pieces he left behind
when he leaped from the swing one day
into a city of dazzles and dangers…
What do you think?
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Wow, It’s beautiful and sonorous. Thank you so much for reading and sharing your valuable suggestions.
Feeling blessed 🙂
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bahut sundar likaa hai! Thank you for coming by my blog. Feel so blessed to be here. 🙂
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Shukriya, Thank you for reading dear friend 🙂
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my pleasure. 🙂
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Beautifully quilled!!
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Thank you for reading and appreciating 🙂
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Fond memories, well expressed.
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Thank you so much for reading and appreciating 🙂
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As you said, trees, I can’t remember the last time I climbed a tree, but it was my solace back then, now those trees are cut down and houses and businesses replace them.
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Exactly, It’s calamitous that trees are decreasing nowadays.
Thanks for reading and sharing your thoughts. 🙂
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Very interesting read and obviously nicely written.
So my childhood friend? Adrenaline.
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Thank you so much for reading and appreciating:)
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Enthralling post..
It Make me nostalgic… Nd mesmerised..
Thanks Priyamvada Ji for taking us back to the Bachpan..
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Enthralling post.. it make me nostalgic..
Thanks priyamvada Ji.. for taking us to the ride of Bachpan..
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Thank you for reading 🙂
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Sach me wo Bachpan kuch khas tha.
Hatheli choti thi Lekin ushse se Puri duniya Ko muthi me karne ka junoon tha..
Kuch bhi namumkin nhi lagta tha.. sapno me itna bharosha tha..
Dosti Dil se Hoti thi stature se nhi..
Pal me hste the pal me rote the..
Maa k samjhane pe Rona bhul k hassne lagte the..
Aaj psychiatrist bhi hasa nhi pate hai.. depression pills bhi depression Mita nhi pate hai..
Bachpan me roj subah need se utha ti thi..
Aaj need k intezaar me subah ho jati hai..
Yr Bachpan sahi tha..
Isliye nhi ki jimmedari nd accountability nhi thi ..
Balki is liye .. ush waqt hum Dil se sochte the Lekin bato Ko Dil pe nhi lete the..
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Koshish dil se ki jaye toh aaj bhi thoda toh muskuraya ja sakta hai,
Jhole bhar na sahi mutthi bhar sapno ko apna banaya ja sakta hai.
Par museebat ye hai ke practicality ke naam pe excuses jyada diye ja rhe hain shayed.
Thanks for sharing such beautiful words. 🙂
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I miss them…..
Well.. this is deep and touching
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Thank you so much ☺
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Fabulous and अति उत्तम
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Thank you ☺
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