the lost childhood...

the lost childhood…

i m missing …

digging deep pits in the  marshy land, 

making palaces high and cool with the sand…

the paper boat, and the poor scooty in the rains..

the swimming pool better than natural by choking drains..

the lottery ..

when a 2 rs coin come out from the piggy bank, 

after struggling with  a pin for hours behind the tank

watching alif-laila, shaktiman and cartoons..

that soothing sleepy nap in the afternoon..

the toys and the games..

that super mario and tekken three…

stealing guavas from the poor man’s tree..

sometimes sack sometimes frog race,

every question paper seems to be a maze……

i don't want to go to school…

that morning excuse of stomach pain…

feeling high at cloud 9 when its morning rain…

that 5 rs with that small tiffin box in the recess,

we figured out that school bell is the biggest mess….

so much of time..

watching flying planes in the sky,

struggling to knot that usually long tie…

counting  those twinkling stars in the night,

the food, and my mothers tiny cheesy bites..

the crazy evenings..

making painting on the wall, 

climbing trees big and tall…

chasing the butterflies kites and all along….

wishing summer vacation to be  just 10 months long..

i m missing my old days….

the game of hide and seek,

that night out stealthy sneak..

that plastic stun-gun, crazy ball and  football…

there was no markers and no roll call..