A SHORT SEASON - which ended soon enough.

A gloomy night badly lit by the shining stars;

The grey clouds moving swiftly through the sky,

The pitter-patter of the rain drops,

And

The earthy scent of the wet mud,

 

Brought me back to the happy moments from my childhood,

and there I stood;

 

Chasing the birds and picking flowers,

Playing with those Lego blocks and making huge towers.

 

Falling asleep to my favorite lullaby,

Wishing I had wings so I could soar into the highest of sky;

 

Biting ends off ice-cream cones,

Blowing bubbles and skipping stones;

 

Throwing those little paper planes,

And remembering being proud of driving toy trains;

 

So wanting to grow up,

And yet loving to drink out of a Sippy cup;

 

A sudden twitch,

And all of it faded away

Into the gray of my mornings

Or maybe the blues of every night;

 

And,

in the attic of my childhood

What I am left with

Is an old trunk,

Filled with the memories,

 

Memories, which may bring pain

Or remembered delight.

 

Memories, that are painted in

Beautiful purples and blues.

 

Maybe they bring me the feeling of regret or nostalgia.

 

And as the night sky faded away,

the sun illuminated the ever growing darkness,

 

I grabbed a cup of coffee,

And started off to explore the rainy morning;

 

Because this is what I am.

Now.

Accepted.

Smelling the coffee's aroma,

Wrapped up with the same old smell;

The smell of something so lost.

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Najam Us Saher]

This is flawless...You are much similar to me.
I am crazy about the earthly essence, I still have my lego blocks which I played in my childhood I never get tired of eating ice creams and I spent my childhood playing with bubbles. Thank you for writing this.

[shriya mehta]

hey..! thanks for reading my write up..and reviewing it :).

[Najam Us Saher]

You're most welcome. ☺