Childhood;
It sped past us like a car
with blinding headlights-
The driver,
A person who did not know how to stop.
I remember making paper planes,
And imagining a miniature version of myself
On them;
Whizzing past galaxies of chocolate
And infinite possibilities.
Newspapers would be stolen
From under the nose of my grandfather;
I’d make paper boats
And watch them sail away-
Far away, far away, far away.
Childhood was tattooing
Butterflies on our cheeks,
And admiring the colours for days to come.
It was getting wet in the rain,
Going on trips without worrying
About the homework we would miss.
It was roadside ice-cream
And orange tongues,
Finger painting,
Blue grass and yellow elephants,
Crossing our eyes
And calling ourselves ‘ghosts’
Living with reckless abandon.
Jumping,
Flying,
Soaring.
Now, as I work on trigonometry,
Dreaming –
paper hearts and soft epilogues,
Endings that are beautiful,
People who don’t leave.
Aren’t we all just kids
Searching for better days?
August 30, 2021 at 5:10 am
This just makes me really nostalgic. I remember how carefree I was when I was a kid, like totally befikr. But now, life hits hard. There’s just so much in this world and it all comes rushing at you, sweeping you away in its swirling currents before you can even realize what happened. It’s really overwhelming. We’re all kids, we’ve still got that kiddo trying to peep out fom the corners of our heart. Scrounging for happiness. And I guess that’s how it is.
Amazing.
April 24, 2021 at 2:23 pm
The kid in us who used to look at everything in wonder has suddenly transformed into a somber human being looking at everything critically looking flaws. Till such time we do not acknowledge that we are seekers and not All Knowing, happiness will continue keep a distance. We are not here to think about life but live through the wonders joyfully.
Very beautifully explained Trishu.