Coloring randomly my home walls with crayons, all eleven;
Drawing dolls and homes in mom’s diaries.
Tiptoeing at twelve to reach the summer’s delight;
Painting the ten nails with polishes all different and vibrant.
Clipping my hair, matching with the skirt and bellies;
Framing ‘thank you’ cards for teachers very dear.
Walking carefully, Stepping vigilantly on squares of floor tiles;
Hiding and seeking in grandpa’s bungalow.
Squattering in a house haunted, enjoying a ghost play;
With a torch in a hand, at eleven in the night.
Tagging constellations and counting stars,
While it’s too early to wake, Or late to fall asleep
Striking fingers at points
Coinciding with a fish’s approach in a friend’s aquarium.
Castling and playing with sand in a kinder,
Gathering ice balls once, while it rains;
After letting them strike the analysing hub’s carpet.
Rolling down the grassy hill and somersaulting through the plains.
Amassing pebbles and glittering stones trekking down the hilly terrains.
Climbing trees in gardens like what friends call monkeys :D
Tapping feet in unison to class in march after assembly.
Spending hours on a class chart, to take to school after vacations
Feeling the lightening chill upon a teacher’s scold.
Laughing a sudden burst at a joke’s remembrance,
Gossiping endlessly over recent the day has seen.
Attempting clinching five crazy balls bounced together on the floor,
Counting buttons in my frock and steps to play ground.
The fight with friends over silly trifle things,
The silliness in persistence in persuading parents
For not-so-important things.
The claps’ reverberation on first stage performance.
Gliding fingers on keys over outlandish songs,
And singing them along, on for minutes and for hours.
Handling a slender object in hand, personifying as a mike for self;
Getting in a feel, perfectly as a singer would!
I wondered as i wrote these lines,
How ten cross two years rushed away.
Ages seem to have passed since,
I did these last, and much more than these;
And still feel like it was just a yester night,
Like a morning dew on a daisy petal
When one of them was performed last..
How I miss these kidding acts,
The kid in me,
The carefreeness,
In each thought pondered over, in each word uttered;
In every emotion sensed, in every dream dreamt;
In all the activities done.
The days are past, and so are the circumstances
Letting me a chance to feel myself my innocence,
Am a little old today to treat my heart’s desire
And yet not too old to bar my heart from the joys
As i step in, in a day afresh;
Wish i, the angel in me lives long.
And survives the grievances, the tribulations, the dullness;
And revives my life, the heart, the soul!
God Bless! :)
Drawing dolls and homes in mom’s diaries.
Tiptoeing at twelve to reach the summer’s delight;
Painting the ten nails with polishes all different and vibrant.
Clipping my hair, matching with the skirt and bellies;
Framing ‘thank you’ cards for teachers very dear.
Walking carefully, Stepping vigilantly on squares of floor tiles;
Hiding and seeking in grandpa’s bungalow.
Squattering in a house haunted, enjoying a ghost play;
With a torch in a hand, at eleven in the night.
Tagging constellations and counting stars,
While it’s too early to wake, Or late to fall asleep
Striking fingers at points
Coinciding with a fish’s approach in a friend’s aquarium.
Castling and playing with sand in a kinder,
Gathering ice balls once, while it rains;
After letting them strike the analysing hub’s carpet.
Rolling down the grassy hill and somersaulting through the plains.
Amassing pebbles and glittering stones trekking down the hilly terrains.
Climbing trees in gardens like what friends call monkeys :D
Tapping feet in unison to class in march after assembly.
Spending hours on a class chart, to take to school after vacations
Feeling the lightening chill upon a teacher’s scold.
Laughing a sudden burst at a joke’s remembrance,
Gossiping endlessly over recent the day has seen.
Attempting clinching five crazy balls bounced together on the floor,
Counting buttons in my frock and steps to play ground.
The fight with friends over silly trifle things,
The silliness in persistence in persuading parents
For not-so-important things.
The claps’ reverberation on first stage performance.
Gliding fingers on keys over outlandish songs,
And singing them along, on for minutes and for hours.
Handling a slender object in hand, personifying as a mike for self;
Getting in a feel, perfectly as a singer would!
I wondered as i wrote these lines,
How ten cross two years rushed away.
Ages seem to have passed since,
I did these last, and much more than these;
And still feel like it was just a yester night,
Like a morning dew on a daisy petal
When one of them was performed last..
How I miss these kidding acts,
The kid in me,
The carefreeness,
In each thought pondered over, in each word uttered;
In every emotion sensed, in every dream dreamt;
In all the activities done.
The days are past, and so are the circumstances
Letting me a chance to feel myself my innocence,
Am a little old today to treat my heart’s desire
And yet not too old to bar my heart from the joys
As i step in, in a day afresh;
Wish i, the angel in me lives long.
And survives the grievances, the tribulations, the dullness;
And revives my life, the heart, the soul!
God Bless! :)
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