It's raining,
Pouring cats and dogs,
I am standing in the balconey,
Taking in the exotic smell of the damp earth.
Slowly yet suddenly,
A foolish grin spreads on my face,
As I remember the times,
When we used to play in the mucky rain,
(Which was then, divinely enchanting).
Football, rolling in the mud,
Pithoo, crazy fights,
Paper boats, sticks down the drains,
Where has it all vanished?
Remembering the hot pakoras,
Stuffed with onions and potatoes,
Gobbling and hogging the plentiful samosas,
It gnaws my insides,
Not to have fun like those times.
Oh! Childhood, where are you?
I ask this uncountable times to myself,
Even the rain seems mocking now,
Thundering and pouring heavily,
Mocking my inability.
I miss the rains,
I miss my friends,
It's all so frustrating and trashed.
Even as I turn to go back inside,
To my dull surroundings,
I see, as a sign of hope,
Two li'l kiddos,
running around and
splashing the cars with the filthy mud.
My smile returns,
cuz I know someday,
I might just get out of my cocoon,
and play like them.
Pouring cats and dogs,
I am standing in the balconey,
Taking in the exotic smell of the damp earth.
Slowly yet suddenly,
A foolish grin spreads on my face,
As I remember the times,
When we used to play in the mucky rain,
(Which was then, divinely enchanting).
Football, rolling in the mud,
Pithoo, crazy fights,
Paper boats, sticks down the drains,
Where has it all vanished?
Remembering the hot pakoras,
Stuffed with onions and potatoes,
Gobbling and hogging the plentiful samosas,
It gnaws my insides,
Not to have fun like those times.
Oh! Childhood, where are you?
I ask this uncountable times to myself,
Even the rain seems mocking now,
Thundering and pouring heavily,
Mocking my inability.
I miss the rains,
I miss my friends,
It's all so frustrating and trashed.
Even as I turn to go back inside,
To my dull surroundings,
I see, as a sign of hope,
Two li'l kiddos,
running around and
splashing the cars with the filthy mud.
My smile returns,
cuz I know someday,
I might just get out of my cocoon,
and play like them.
P.S.: Not a fiction.
8 comments:
hmmm...that's bad...i STILL play...most games...lol...as long as i manage to get some time!it's SO fun...
but at times we cant...and i feel the same way..as u do...nicely written...
thanks.. and yea. i do the same..but woh feeling khatam ho gayi hai..
i loved this poem..i so want to write on the same topic..but i cant write more beautiful than this..
@Kajal
WHOM are you kidding?? :O
You write so beautifully, that I feel like drowning myself in chullu bhar water!
and thank you! :P ;)
Loved this poem..it was amazing..btw u were planning a book quiz? Im in! Mail me sometime...
yea... I am..only if ppl want! :)
and thanks!
I could relate to this. I miss it as I recall many memories from the past affiliated with the rains.
Neatly expressed! I like the way you don't try too hard to make it sound quite poetic. You are just being yourself in your poems as well. Good on you!
Keep them coming!!!
@ Brosreview
Even if i try, i wont be able to. I learnt it from Satan's Darling. I cud never have written poems, if not for her. :)
I write what comes to me, isn't it all about this only?
:)
thanks!
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