Like Magic

I had funny thought yesterday, well, it finally struck my head, that in a week, my third term was going to start... the third and final term of the school year, the final term of my school years. It was quite hard to grasp, for an emtional twist was added on.... so i decided to do what i do... write a poem about it...and voilà! I think i many would feel the same way as they reach the end of the first major part of their lives - the school days. But, its time to carry on naa.....

Twelve magical years
Have passed oh so swiftly
In a beat of a heart,
In a glimpse of a second

It started out, an upside down fairytale
Only to ripen into an epic drama,
The only unwritten Shakespearean grandeur,
The never been scored Mozart symphony.

The memories hover in the air like the hummingbird,
Sunnily relishing the sweet nectar of the last bloom
Yet, conspicuously, ever turbulent, swirling
Like the ball in the last hoop of the season.

A birth of innocence in childhood,
Molded into more tricksy behaviour,
Tremendous excitement coupled,
Zipping through the galaxy, never to stop

Brimming my mind with
Ideas, ideals, culture, and life
Carving its way to the deepest of thoughts
Strangest of emotions
Discovering a new path to tread

The second home
The place not known for the education
But the love and warmth
Cascading and drowning infinitely

The friendships that blossomed
The wings that spread
Every second enjoyed, brought
The brightest of smiles
The most beautiful people

Magical indeed they were, the reminiscence
Of the past will live on in another dimension
Revisited every once in a while
Through yearbooks, pictures, and tea-table talks

A tear drop falls, a snowflake star
Shatters like crystal, shards in all directions
Smudging the very last words,
The reflections of a past experiences

Now, the future awaits the beginning of a new epic.
The quill is set, the ink is drawn
And the now the beginning, back to innocence

And it feels like magic.