Showing posts with label Childhood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Childhood. Show all posts
Thursday, January 19, 2017
Monday, November 14, 2016
A Child Can Teach Us Three things....
A Child Can Teach Us Three things....
Happy Children's Day
#HappyChildrensDay #ChildrensDay #ChildrenDay #happychildrenday #kidsday
I wish to be a child again....
Happy Children's Day
#HappyChildrensDay #ChildrensDay #ChildrenDay #happychildrenday #kidsday
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Happy Children's Day
There are Something's, We can't Buy,
One of Such Thing is our Childhood.
Enjoy the Spirit of Children's Day...
Happy Children's Day
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
School Days
Today is 13th June...
This was the day when few years back the most exciting thing used to happen - the School use 2 re-open...
The excitement of new bag, new uniform, new brown covered note books, smell from the pages of new text books, new subjects, new sitting place in the classroom, excitement of who wud b r class teacher, new Roll numbers...
... Welcoming our Best Friends in the Class... :)
All this is lost somewhere... those days never gonna come back again..
Just close your Eyes & Revive it for a Moment...
School Life ROCKS !!!
and I' m sure we all Miss it badly. :(
This was the day when few years back the most exciting thing used to happen - the School use 2 re-open...
The excitement of new bag, new uniform, new brown covered note books, smell from the pages of new text books, new subjects, new sitting place in the classroom, excitement of who wud b r class teacher, new Roll numbers...
... Welcoming our Best Friends in the Class... :)
All this is lost somewhere... those days never gonna come back again..
Just close your Eyes & Revive it for a Moment...
School Life ROCKS !!!
and I' m sure we all Miss it badly. :(
Monday, November 14, 2011
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Something Childish, But Very Natural
Something Childish, But Very Natural
If I had but two little wings,
And were a little feathery bird,
To you I'd fly, my dear!
But thoughts like these are idle things,
And I stay here!
But in my sleep to you I fly:
I'm always with you in my sleep!
The world is all one's own.
But when one wakes, and where am I?
All, all alone.
Sleep stays not, though a monarch bids:
So I love to wake ere break of day:
For though my sleep be gone,
Yet while 'tis dark, one shut one's lids,
And still dreams on.
Samual Taylor Coleridge
born 1772, died 1834
Thursday, February 19, 2009
When we were younger...
When we were younger...
perspectives were better
when we were younger life
was much more free.
Take each day with a
grain of salt
because you just
don't know
when you grow up
things are so
much different
then when
we were younger
- by Kristi Rachele Cremeans
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Monday, December 29, 2008
Childhood Doesn't Wait
Childhood Doesn't Wait
I was sitting on a bench
while in a nearby mall,
When I noticed a young mother
with two children who were small.
just as it did with me,
When you can't recall the last time
that your child sat on your knee.
"Like those sacred, pre-dawn feedings
when we cherished time alone
Our babies grow and leave behind
those special times we've known.
"So when your child comes to you
with a book that you can share,
Or asks that you would tuck him in
and help him say his prayer...
"When he comes to sit and chat
or would like to take a walk,
Before you answer that you can't
`cause there's no time to talk.
"Remember what all parents learn
so many times too late,
That years go by too quickly
and that childhood doesn't wait.
"Take every opportunity,
if one should slip away
Reach hard to get it back again,
don't wait another day."
I watched that mother walk away
her children followed near,
I hope she'll pick them up
before her chances disappear...
while in a nearby mall,
When I noticed a young mother
with two children who were small.
The youngest one was whining,
"Pick me up," I heard him beg
but the mother's face grew angry
as the child clung to her leg.
"Don't hang on to me," she shouted
as she pushed his hands away,
I wish I'd had the courage
to go up to her and say...
"The time will come too quickly
when those little arms that tug,
Won't ask for you to hold them
or won't freely give a hug.
just as it did with me,
When you can't recall the last time
that your child sat on your knee.
"Like those sacred, pre-dawn feedings
when we cherished time alone
Our babies grow and leave behind
those special times we've known.
"So when your child comes to you
with a book that you can share,
Or asks that you would tuck him in
and help him say his prayer...
"When he comes to sit and chat
or would like to take a walk,
Before you answer that you can't
`cause there's no time to talk.
"Remember what all parents learn
so many times too late,
That years go by too quickly
and that childhood doesn't wait.
"Take every opportunity,
if one should slip away
Reach hard to get it back again,
don't wait another day."
I watched that mother walk away
her children followed near,
I hope she'll pick them up
before her chances disappear...
--Unknown
Friday, December 19, 2008
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Sing me a childhood song...
I want to sleep
Sing me a childhood song
Dreaming that
I were fifteen again
The world would be borderless
Without wars and pain
I could feel
Ten thousands fields
I could smile
Ten thousands deep
I were a bird
Leaving the deck of my life
Surfing
Dancing
Dreaming
To survive
Give me a hand
Fifteen years of heartbeats
Kiss me with your smile
Fifteen years of life seek
Shape me in
Always
Fifteen.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Childhood Days ... on MIND!!
Be it weakness , it deserves some praiese
We love the play-places of our early days –
The scene is touching & the Heart is stone
That feels not at that sight , & feels at none
The walls on which we tried our graving skills
The bench on which we sat while deep employ’d
Though Mangled, Hacked & Hewed .....
.....Not yet Destroyed !
The Little ones ,unbuttoned glowing Hot ,
Playing our games & on the very spot ,
As Happy as we once , to kneel & draw
The Chalky ring & knuckle down at taw
To pitch the ball on the grounded bat ,
Or drive it devious with a dextrous pat –
The pleasing spectacle at once excites
Such recollection of our own delights
That , viewing it we seem almost obtain
Our innocent sweet simple years again.....
Be it weakness , it deserves some praiese
We love the play-places of our early days –
The scene is touching & the Heart is stone
That feels not at that sight , & feels at none
The walls on which we tried our graving skills
The bench on which we sat while deep employ’d
Though Mangled, Hacked & Hewed .....
.....Not yet Destroyed !
The Little ones ,unbuttoned glowing Hot ,
Playing our games & on the very spot ,
As Happy as we once , to kneel & draw
The Chalky ring & knuckle down at taw
To pitch the ball on the grounded bat ,
Or drive it devious with a dextrous pat –
The pleasing spectacle at once excites
Such recollection of our own delights
That , viewing it we seem almost obtain
Our innocent sweet simple years again.....
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Those Childhood Days
Those Childhood Days
Oh those beautiful childhood days
I do miss them in many ways
Free periods in the school when we used to roam around
Cool games that we used to play in the ground
Small fights with friends that lasted for short duration of time
Interesting classes when we were taught the nursery rhyme
School lunch break when we used to share our food
Punishments in class when on the bench we stood
Tours in school that we were excited about
Free periods in class when we used to shout
Rushing out of the school to catch the school bus
When we used to reach home in a total mess
Little games in the evening when we all friends used to gather
Those beautiful days when we had nothing to bother
Now life has become hectic and has increased its pace
We have to rush and struggle hard to win the life's race
Sometimes I wish would those golden days come back again?
When we were always happy sans any pain
Oh those beautiful childhood days
I do miss them in many ways
by Kavitha Krishnamurthy
Oh those beautiful childhood days
I do miss them in many ways
Free periods in the school when we used to roam around
Cool games that we used to play in the ground
Small fights with friends that lasted for short duration of time
Interesting classes when we were taught the nursery rhyme
School lunch break when we used to share our food
Punishments in class when on the bench we stood
Tours in school that we were excited about
Free periods in class when we used to shout
Rushing out of the school to catch the school bus
When we used to reach home in a total mess
Little games in the evening when we all friends used to gather
Those beautiful days when we had nothing to bother
Now life has become hectic and has increased its pace
We have to rush and struggle hard to win the life's race
Sometimes I wish would those golden days come back again?
When we were always happy sans any pain
Oh those beautiful childhood days
I do miss them in many ways
by Kavitha Krishnamurthy
Childhood
It would be good to give much thought, before
you try to find words for something so lost,
for those long childhood afternoons you knew
that vanished so completely --and why?
We're still reminded--: sometimes by a rain,
but we can no longer say what it means;
life was never again so filled with meeting,
with reunion and with passing on
as back then, when nothing happened to us
except what happens to things and creatures:
we lived their world as something human,
and became filled to the brim with figures.
And became as lonely as a sheperd
and as overburdened by vast distances,
and summoned and stirred as from far away,
and slowly, like a long new thread,
introduced into that picture-sequence
where now having to go on bewilders us.
by Rainer Maria Rilke
you try to find words for something so lost,
for those long childhood afternoons you knew
that vanished so completely --and why?
We're still reminded--: sometimes by a rain,
but we can no longer say what it means;
life was never again so filled with meeting,
with reunion and with passing on
as back then, when nothing happened to us
except what happens to things and creatures:
we lived their world as something human,
and became filled to the brim with figures.
And became as lonely as a sheperd
and as overburdened by vast distances,
and summoned and stirred as from far away,
and slowly, like a long new thread,
introduced into that picture-sequence
where now having to go on bewilders us.
by Rainer Maria Rilke
Saturday, November 29, 2008
THIS IS MY CHILDHOOD…
THIS IS MY CHILDHOOD…
Days of childhood, essence of my life
The longer I grow, the larger my strife
Standing on a beach, remembering my past
Trying to recollect, those memories I’ve lost
When life meant nothing but too much fun
I spent whole days with my dear ones
Not silver, jewels, neither gems nor gold
I want nothing but my childhood to hold
Those were the days when world looks bright
And everything for me on the height of delight
Naughty feelings, care-free life and bath in rain
Were the chief activities of what I contained
Those days certainly prized possession of mine
When moon smiled at me and stars used to shine
Give me my childhood and take my adult
And I won’t care about the religious cult!
Days of childhood, essence of my life
The longer I grow, the larger my strife
Standing on a beach, remembering my past
Trying to recollect, those memories I’ve lost
When life meant nothing but too much fun
I spent whole days with my dear ones
Not silver, jewels, neither gems nor gold
I want nothing but my childhood to hold
Those were the days when world looks bright
And everything for me on the height of delight
Naughty feelings, care-free life and bath in rain
Were the chief activities of what I contained
Those days certainly prized possession of mine
When moon smiled at me and stars used to shine
Give me my childhood and take my adult
And I won’t care about the religious cult!
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