Childhood Days!

Sometimes, things happen or rather incidents occus in our daily life that constanly resemble our childhood actions. The result is a sole feeling : missing the childhood childishness. This is what i felt on my 17th birthday :

Striding down the memory lane,
Journeying deep into my mind’s veins,
Only to realize the fact
That I have ,in all, one year of childhood left- to be exact.
Partly delighted, partly appalled,
I continued to gaze at the star lit sky,
And thinking about my innocent past,
I broke into a smile.


Those days of immense notoriety,
Those days of spotless serenity,
That feeling of being free from any anxiety,
That feeling of being secured from any adversity,
Those were the days of my life,
When I enjoyed while others helped me survive.
I used to curse my small height,
Wishing I could grow tall soon.
I used to grumble upon my ignorance,
Like a total fool.
I used to stare at the long sleek boots,
Thinking when would I be able to wear them,
But now, at the dawn of my adulthood,
I just pray if I could go back,
If I could just enjoy one more hour of play,
If I could just experience one more day of my childhood.


So here I am.
On the climax of adolescence, I am standing
Partly elated, partly repenting,
To the thought that I have just one more year of childhood left and still counting!

ROAD

(Let's just say...this is what I see, what I feel, while travelling on a Road)

Some consider it a mere asphalt bed,
For others…it’s a lifeless platform of steel, concrete n lead,
To me, though, it’s a support stage,
A firm path upon which we tread….

An endless spiral, with myriad loops and twirls,
A shiny serpent during the day which at night, shines like a black pearl...
For some, it’s a mere trail to traverse and travel,
Others consider it a filthy path, a dull continuity of gravel,
But for me…it’s a destiny-bridge, that has loads to unravel,
Be it a journey, or a hike….like life, its hurdles strips us to reality navel.

With every milestone, novelty meets the eye,
With every yard…nature appears different, the sky sporting a different dye,
With each piece of rock, as you move on, saying bye…
Let’s just say that imagination grows, to be true…without a lie.
To me, a road is a path for sure,
A magnanimous gravel snake, on which we learn to, in our life, endure.
To me, it’s a bridge on ground…
That links places, people and cultures newly found.
To me, it’s like an asphalt stream,
Flowing endlessly amongst concrete and natural jungles, with a steady seam…
To me, it’s like journey with a friend,
Guiding and leading, helping me to, my gaps, mend.


It’s always the way you visualize and see,
A road maybe a lifeless blend and some just let it be…
But the sparkle adds when you tend to think,
Imagination and acceptance, that’s what makes life blink,
So all in all, this is the view of my eye,
For me, a road mends gaps…serves as an ally…
It lives in its own way… and to be true, without a lie,
It’s only for you to accept and visualize.