Times, I reflect upon ...

"Hold me,
I'm too little
to free my arms
and fly past the raining skies",
she whispered in a mooned smile,
when I first held her.

The eyelids folded
as she saw the light of the day,
the bright morning rays
caressed her hazel eyes,
as she took a nap in my lap.

"Walk besides me,
I'm too little
to fall on my knees
and run past the wild world",
she hummed with a glint at me,
when I first read her.

The soft cupped toes
touched the burning earth,
as her little pink fingers
clutched my cold wrist,
when she took her first steps.

"Lets play
Hide and seek,
Cop and the thief, brother",
she stammered in a hustling tone,
when I first heard her.

We wetted ourselves in chilling rain,
ran around the hearth in winter,
waited to play with the butterflies
and smelled the scent of flowers in the spring.

Its been endless days,
seasons and years gone by,
and she's grown big to teach me things.
As I ride on the waves of times,
those little moments
in an unwitting pleasant way
numbs my eyes in joy.

Copyright © 21 Apr 2008, by Abhilash Hegde
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The little ice candy

Quick feet
That knew no steps
learned to walk,
sometimes
down on the knees,
sometimes stumbling
in a miss.

Amidst the toy cars
I tried to drive
my fantasy's
on the slippery
wet floor.

Loved the taste
of chocolate
that would
taste my
pink unripe lips.

Hated the smell
of the milk
that I would gulp
down my throat
in a frenzy hurry.

Played with marbles
and what not.
Dirtied myself
in mud all day,
no worries to wash
and all I knew was
to throw up my hands
in air,
to fly in the sky
and kiss the earth
back again.

And now,
my eyes are sore
and numb in tears,
Can I get
my little ice candy back?

Copyright © 29 Sep 2007, by Abhilash Hegde
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..The Lost Child..

Sweet memories of my childhood...
Brings tears to my eyes,
I still vividly remember,
The CHILD within me- calm and mild,
Endowed with a thoughtful and creative mind...
Innocent, but bold...
A heart full of zest and zeal,
Sensitive enough to feel,
I am startled to witness a Transformation,
A kind of degeneration,
The CHILD within me seems to be crumbling,
The event characterized by an ill feeling,
Eventually the signs of a malicious end,
Alas! I catch the glimpse of a helpless wrecked CHILD...

Copyright © 30 Sep 2006, by Abhilash Hegde
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To Live like a BABY Again...

Nature clocking on the tick of spring, 
I hear the cuckoo's sing, 
Wind chimes jingling, 
Birds chirping, 
And, never before, 
I yawned in reverie to the folklore... 

Mama tells me, 
How I cry on her lap, 
How I feather my hands like wings, 
How I crouch my little fingers in her palms... 

She taps me, burps me, 
And, I hum my own nuances of innocence. 

As I see, 
She took me to bed, brights those lamps 
And, it rays her love like turquoise of gems. 
The shine of it gleaming in my eyes, 
Blue, red and green, 
The moments turn into a picturesque... 

As I lay, 
I childishly wink, roll over the bed, 
box punch as though I knew my skills then. 

As mama sings a lullaby, 
I murmur to those tunes, 
Slowly my eyes close, calmness gripping me 
like life of boon embracing this little life. 

Those were the days, 
Gone are those days, 
And, it tempts 
To live like a baby again...

Copyright © 11 Nov 2006, by Abhilash Hegde
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