Tag: childhood

A Cuckoo Came Calling

Holding broken pieces of me, I sat on my balcony a summer arvo pondering about love and life wondering where had I gone wrong and then a cuckoo came calling. She made herself home, confident sure of herself, unlike me. And then she sang…

A Part Of Me, A Child Still

In those green fields, I roam still, holding a kite, running wild, chasing fireflies, against the wind, towards the sea, hope in my heart, dreams galore, love abound. A part of me is a child still, there I am in my mom’s kitchen taking…

When We Laughed Easy

The warm hearth of my home the cocoon that was my mom’s hug the small joys that made me laugh the hearty soups,the muddy puddles, all beckon, take me back, life. Oh, the games we played , Raindrops racing against the pane, Cricket in…

My Dad’s Old Car

My dad’s rickety old car I now wish to ride The one that would break down always, too lazy to carry its passengers to places in one single smooth ride. A tyre puncture, overheating, an oil change would always punctuate a road trip. Stranded…

The Child in Me

A piece of me lives in my childhood,floats in paper boats,jumps in little puddles,soars in kites,waves to planes from terraces,sticks to dog eared school books. The child in me is still out there,digging for insects,Building sand castles,Climbing trees,scraping knees, Nestling in dad’s arms,feeling love…

N For Nervous

Your first day in school, I stood beside the little you, And you brushed me away, Oh! how I loved you then! When you looked into her eyes, Weaving words dripped with love, I was within you, goading you to ignore me. When you…

Where I Belong

The taxi crawls, the croaking radio blasts an 80’s song . The driver is whinging about the rotten traffic. Bikes and rickshaws snake past. Chaos all around. I am home.  I sit and listen to the muted noise of hawkers and horns. I am…

The Path

I walk home, the gold strewn path breaking, crunching below my feet. Somewhere above, a lone bird sings, cutting the crisp air with its crackles. My school bag is very heavy, but definitely not heavier than my heart. I do not want to go…