“Why the rains hitting me like paper planes today,
The toothless puddle grinning through the moist hay,
Every leaf, sand per say
Narrating the story, where my childhood still lays.
When laughters didn’t have side effects,
Tears had just true dialect,
Where pretence was a word unknown,
Happiness came in all sizes and bawn.
The fresh smell of books, still resides in nostalgia,
When pen was the biggest possession
And calmness in the world of hysteria.
It never bothered where we were or in which zone
Felt the protection even when alone,
Maybe because..
Fathers eyes would follow us like a drone.
When Hearts were pure white and eyes full of rainbow, 🌈
When innocence made us believe
We will reap what we sow.
Reminiscing aroma of mothers kitchen,
The food, the flavour we are still smitten,
The scent of wet sand of sprinkles,
Enough to revive that beam which tickles.
Where satisfaction had a real meaning,
Every sunrise brought a new beginning,
When we fall on the duvet with each nightfall
Imagining different faces in the moon’s waning.
Talking to the clouds with fingers crossed,
Flying behind the kites like an albatross,
When bushes were the hiding place
When life was easy, not a hideous race.
Didn’t realise when those bushes turn into trees,
And my playtime into memories!!!”
