Those were the times,
Of timeless times,
Of A, B Cs
And nursery rhymes.
To play hide ‘n seek,
With the butterflies,
Flying with the birds
Was the dream in my eyes
Stretching my body
On mumma’s laps
Secure from the fears
In the world of naps
Happy about life
Not knowing about it
A priceless treasure
Was my gardening kit
But now when I peep
Into the mirror of history
I see my childhood
Just as a story
Where is the innocence
I want to see?
Where is the kid
I used to be?
The child is lost,
My childhood gone,
My innocence dispersed,
And a new world born.
But I wish I could travel,
Backwards in time.
And once again enjoy,
The childhood chime.
1 comment:
I like your poignant expression of having lost something that was so precious, sweet and wonderful. The childhood experience is direct perception of a soul that comes back into a body. Its still inside us as adults but is covered by mental experience with thoughts running all the while. Entering into silence above the mind through meditation or opening of heart through love (bhakti) are two ways of regaining that touch of childhood. Entering into the essence of our being recreates that delight of existence every child experience. Keep it up !!
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