Hide and seek

spilleronsheet

carefree kids 

across the lanes 

middle of garden 

beside the big fountain 

play the game 

called “hide and seek” once again 

 

 

those kids mature day by day 

as nature progresses its reign 

starting of  school it is 

playing “hide and seek” in school again 

Teasing the friends 

hiding from teachers while forgetting assignment 

 

days pass 

so are the similar lanes 

preparing to enter high school again 

playing and teasing 

running and resting

playing “hide and seek” from exams again 

 

 

years pass 

maybe to some maturity lasts 

Gone,   the days of high school

entering the race of competition 

esteemed colleges to make through 

many a times living the dreams of the gardener who tendered them 

 

 

in their hard work 

in their youth 

finally comes the most enjoyable time 

maybe it shall be,  last streak of leisure life 

playing “ hide and seek “ with friends and professor 

bearing those memories inside 

for the rest of life 

 

 

seasons pass by 

like the golden days 

the college ends 

clock ticks by 

stern is its face 

now it’s time to grow up again 

entering the office life 

or going for value addition 

no more “hide and seek” for fun 

now hiding from problems 

now hiding from chaotic mess 

now hiding from scoldings of boss

now hiding from loan sharks 

and seeking the answers 

seeking the lover 

seeking the lost happiness 

seeking the meaning of their existence 

 

 

Looks like “hide and seek” changed its game 

it’s no more the “hide and seek” of past again 

cherish whatever era of “ hide and seek” you belong 

maybe hiding from doom 

and seeking peace

thats wonderful too….

 

 

 

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  • Paul Bell

    Life sure does fly by, and youth can be fleeting, some will prosper, some will fail, it's the way of the world and always will be. In a way I feel sorry for kids today, they're denied the freedom that probably made us what we are today.

    • spilleronsheet

      You read the moments
      Read the emotions
      And so well defined, truly it’s the fleeting time
      Indeed the freedom is lost
      The freedom to make choice

    • dusk arising

      The inner city hide n seek of today for youngsters is a very dangerous game of bloodshed and gangs. Something people are born into.
      It came as a surprise to me a few years back just how dangerous it could be for my young apprentice to be in parts of town where he was a stranger.
      Maybe the gang life is hide when away from your neighborhood but seek strangers when you are with your gang... For me that was Mods and Rockers back in the 1960's. Does much change?

      • spilleronsheet

        Thats another way of playing that good old game
        Indeed what a remarkable way you put and connected with the memories
        The gang and the bloodshed
        The violent way of hide and seek
        Mods and rockers - the group of conflicting teenagers, hot tempered ready to kill
        So true
        An unruly game of hide and seek
        Thanks for sharing your memories and giving me further knowledge to expand my thoughts

      • Rozina

        Your poem brought back memories of my university days. I used to skip some boring lectures - that was easy as those classes were big. For the smaller tutorials we had to think of ingenious ways to escape the eagle eyes of our professors. Thank you for this trip down memory lane.

        • spilleronsheet

          I am glad I could take you in your memory lanes. So glad that I could hear that tale. Well I did also same. It was fun missing them. Now I laugh about those days. Thanks dear Rozina for stopping by.

        • Rocky Lagou

          Life does fly by, doesn't it? I feel like we must cherish every moment of it. Lovely poem and the "hide and seek" metaphor fits so well with this message. πŸ’–πŸ’«

          • spilleronsheet

            Thank you so much dear reader.
            Life and time are brothers. Always flying by.
            Much appreciated.

          • Vamsi Sudha

            Hide and Seek
            Another silver Streak
            From Spiller at Peak
            And nothing more to Tweak
            And your poem is Classic πŸ™‚

            • spilleronsheet

              What a beautiful poetic reply
              Thanks a lot dear Poetess
              Your the inspiration for silver streak in me

            • AuburnScribbler

              A wonderfully constructed evolution of "Hide and Seek" here spilleronsheet.

              In your your poem, you have succinctly tied certain phases down, and I really do hope in time, that the "seeking" will outweigh the "hiding!"

              Bravo, and I hope that all is well!

              • spilleronsheet

                I really hope the seeking over rules the hiding below
                Thanks for your kind comments dear Auburn



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