The Ending

The poem has been inspired by the emotion of ending of school life.

The Ending

 

No more excitement of a new section

No more thrill of new friends

No more fear of losing besties

No more drama of classmates

No more getting up early

No more doing home works

No more cracking on old jokes

No more embracing friends.

No more school….

On this last day of my schooling

I sit on my messy bed

With a paper and a pen

And no idea in my head

 

I use poems to release emotions

But today I couldn’t find any

Or maybe I couldn’t grasp one

For there are way too many.

 

There are no teardrops on my paper

Did something ruin my love

Did the past two years torture too much

Or maybe I just have had enough

 

But wait! I do have memories

A kid of 4 feet 5.

Heaving a blue coloured bag

Till so innocent and naïve.

 

As I clear up the mess a bit

I think of class six

How he failed to recognize Aria

And how a classmate put him in a fix.

 

The apparent heart aches and breaks

The common teenage pang

Of which he was totally unaware

Or had he been ignorant twang?

 

Before he learned to face iota

‘He had to confront humiliation

For mistakes that didn’t exist.

Knocking voices and vibration

Enter Asif and Divyanshu

The ones who stayed through all phase.

Through the joys and the arguments

Through the lonely maze.

 

 

Sorry the pen fell down

Now as I pick it up

I fast forward to the point

Which sticks stale in the cup.

 

Has a friend named Vikram

Several lessons from whom I took

Taught me the reality of life

Was way too different from Ethics book.

 

The last two years are the ones

I would really never talk about

Deleting them from my memories.

Assuming their absence, no doubt.

 

Now he is 5 feet 8

Reminiscing his gradual growth

It is the time to say good bye

And leave foot prints on sand froth.

 

Shall the words remain

The aura of love I’m sending

With a sense of analogy

I give the poem the ending.

Author's Note

This is the poem that I wrote because I wanted to and not because it came to me. This was a completely new experience. As I mentioned in the poem,

"I use poems to release emotions

But today I couldn’t find any

Or maybe I couldn’t grasp one

For there are way too many."


So please tell me how it is, express your opinion. You may, if you want, share your own last school day experience :)

Reviews

[Pam]

It's all so true! I'm graduating this coming year, and I know how it feels. I always say I can't wait to get out of that place of hell, but I'm actually kind of sad to leave. When a place is new, all the excitement gets to your head, but slowly fades away over time, until it returns for your final year.

[Shivam Murari]

I loved the last line. Its true the start and the end are always full of energy!

[Rajat Chandra]

Sometimes I wonder if time really does exist and sticks to its constant flow... Or if it all is just a dream...

[Shivam Murari]

Depends on the perspective, Rajat! Thanks for reading :)

[MsJewel]

I remember how scary it was as school ended - I felt a little lost in the "real world" as my parents called it... and yet, it was exciting as well...finding my way..building a future.

My best to you as you start a new chapter in life!!

:) Julie

[Shivam Murari]

Thank you Julie :)

[Priyamvada Sinha]

Your piece of writing brings out true emotions of a student who is about to leave an essential part of his life, schooling. Your words made me remember my school days, and also the day when it was about to end, u very well connected it.
Good work!

[Shivam Murari]

Thank you Priyamvada di :)

[Dayran]

We move on to new experiences ... forget ... and perhaps some day come back. Nice.

[Shivam Murari]

THanks Daryan :)

[Ruth]

It is an odd thing, I hated school...now, I reflect back and see the good times...memories are like a fine wine, they age well and give us comfort :) x

[Shivam Murari]

True words. Thank you Poppy :)

[Gaurav Walia]

oh! I remember that last day of my school..that bittersweet moment. I had always been so keen to move on but I couldn't stop feeling blue when it actually happened and I was out of my school feeling the thrill and the chill.
Nice write, pal.

[Shivam Murari]

Thanks Gaurav :)

[Barkha Kumari]

Gøod one! Sometimes its better to unlock your heart... All the best :)

[Shivam Murari]

Thank you Barkha :)

[Leslie Philibert]

Like the poem, I bet you are ( were ) a good pupil. I`m sure Indian schools are excellent, I went many
years ago to a tough Comprehensive in London. What saved me was my fantastic English teacher, Rony
Robinson, now an established playwright and broadcaster..

[Shivam Murari]

Yes, Indian schools range from good to extraordinary. A huge diversity. Thank you for the praise. :)
Teachers truly are awesome creatures created by God. How they help you more without thinking how much they pay them for doing so. :)

[Sami Khalil]

Wonderful how you portray the school life and then the ending chapter of it and now the big relief and joy...I like that you tried something different this time without releasing your emotions...Bravo..................

[Shivam Murari]

Relief, joy and heavy heart. Thanks for visiting and reading Sami :)

[Sami Khalil]

My pleasure,...Any time brother...:)......................