One fine day, I was sitting in my class, waiting for the class to begin... I was turning around the pages of my notebook, when I reached the last page, where I had written a number of things, phone numbers, important questions, story plot, poem's tag line, I had even doodled a bit, when the name hit my mind! After all, I still remember, the first of my original piece of writing (which was a poem, when I was in class 7th) was firstly jotted down on the last page of my notebook... I think most of us, make use of the last page for penning down things apart from studies! We play tic-tac-toe, dot to dot, make caricatures and what not... so some how most of us can relate themselves to my blog quite easily. As soon as I returned back home I logged on the blog and finally changed it's name from 'Pages from a Writer's Diary' to 'Last Page of The Notebook'
Finally my search ended and now I'm no more dissatisfied with name of my blog! Now if you are wondering what I wrote on the last page of my notebook that day, then let me disclose it to you... I wrote a Poem on the name of the blog itself, which goes like this...
Sometimes sad, sometimes glad,
jotting down the memories what ever I had
Sitting by the window, sitting in the park,
in day's bright light, sometimes in dark
Scribbling down names,
or playing just games
Giving colours to tears and curving the smiles,
walking with it, for life's long miles
Fantasising the dreams, shaping the reality,
or simply writing down somebody's mentality
a new story character,
or yet to read chapter
a cool message, email id or a phone number,
or just a sorry note to a dear one, made so humble
A landscape, a portrait or a beautiful image,
sometimes penning down boiling rage
feelings for the one, who is very dear
or a letter to another, not so near
Lot of this and much more, seriously or by fluke,
is what I write on the last page of the notebook.
jotting down the memories what ever I had
Sitting by the window, sitting in the park,
in day's bright light, sometimes in dark
Scribbling down names,
or playing just games
Giving colours to tears and curving the smiles,
walking with it, for life's long miles
Fantasising the dreams, shaping the reality,
or simply writing down somebody's mentality
a new story character,
or yet to read chapter
a cool message, email id or a phone number,
or just a sorry note to a dear one, made so humble
A landscape, a portrait or a beautiful image,
sometimes penning down boiling rage
feelings for the one, who is very dear
or a letter to another, not so near
Lot of this and much more, seriously or by fluke,
is what I write on the last page of the notebook.
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hey prajo, this sweet poem ( which u wrote wen u wer in 7th grade!! my my!!....) shows..that writing is a god-gift to u [:)]
wonderful poem dear!!
wow beautiful, i just saw my reflections in ur words...
keep writing..
wish u a happy n funfilled new year
@ Rashi
thanks dear :)
@DeeJay
Thanks and wishing u the same
keep visiting
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