And i want to,
of all the worldly toys and lures,
to be back.
To those days
where the color of my thoughts never mattered
because i was busy colouring
books and walls and floors and skin.
with posters and waters and brushes, not with
steel blades, with
sands and dusts and happy sticky muddy puddles, not with
heinously lustful touches
on other's skin, with
gluttounously self centered thoughts.
were of the innocent mind-body-heart satisfactory
games we played in the streets, not of
rotten and destructively competitive tricks of
destroying other's lives.
were filled with acceptance of weirdly
shaped and bodied cartoons. whom
we loved and missed and adored and
dreamt of being alike, not with
disgust and hatred and despise for the
differently blessed humans.
were kind and smiling to me, happily
playful and giving me delicious foods and chocolates, not
strippers of my own pride, self respect and soul and then
is all i feel now,
Inspite of all the worldly toys and lures.