Childhood

When I look into retrospect
The memories, in darkness, rustle like numerous leaves
Growing on the trees of years lived
Memories of all colors come alive
Some honey-laced, some bitter
Leaving my heart yearning for more

It feels like yesterday
When I was toddling around
Like a mite in a dark pond
Waiting for someone to show me the way
The peace and solace of mother’s lap
Days of many a escapades and innocuous pranks
The scolding of elders and assurances of own
That feeling of being gagged and not understood
And the hurriedness to grow up fast
Those petty quarrels with my siblings
The longing for old toys
The feeling of not being loved
That feeling of security and in some faith deep
The days of sound and serene sleep
The comforting ignorance of life’s deceptive face
Unknown of galloping Time’s pace
Now those carefree days have vanished alike
Stolen away by the fleeting time

These reminisces play a tumult full blown
Like waves from the ocean of the timeless bygone.