Glimpses Of My Childhood
As i walk through the coarse couch of grown up phase
where innocent childhood doesn’t grow with tender meadows,& the life inhales the air of stress,
travesties & desolation ,
I crave badly for the fresh air of my childhood
where my magical world laughed with beguiling innocence.
I want to walk back again in the golden days of imagination
where sleeping late at night caused the entrance of a ghost,
where clouds prepared a canvas of various imagical forms
& we used to gleefully clapped watching them
floating in their own delight.
Tints of red, blue & green ice creams enthralled our mind & we used to persuade to our parents,
Putting my mothers make up was an another ecstasy, giving me a feeling of grown up teen ager.
I frequently laugh with my mischievous mistakes with my friends ,
from playing hide & seek to grabbing the first position in any game with cheating
& small fights resulted into “katti” with one & leaded us hugging each other forgetting the small issues.
I miss the charming days of going school without homeworks & getting punished by mams
& bringing chocolates on our birthday to celebrate happily.
In this era of whatsapp messages & fb wishes,
I still want those new year greeting cards & birthday cards back where we share our love with the special ones.
Childhood was the unsung lullabies of eden
slowly & prominently living in the deepest core of our heart, enlivening with the tiny enchantments we wish
to get back instead of any thing by hook & crook.
Hope, one day the invention of time machine
will at any cost return me back,
the most auspicious moments of my tender childhood
& remove the dark patches of this harsh adulthood.