Those Tricycle Times
Those tricycle times
Passed long ago, but still alive
In every mirage of childhood diaries.
Flashbacks come like magic
Spelling over my mind to crave again
Hardly & strongly to cherish them back.
Sanely-insane dipped love in rainbows
Traced shimmery happiness in ice-creams & chocolates.
School days were beyond the fun
Where recess germinated new saplings of friendships.
Today, crossing through the memory lanes,
A gust of mourning wind beckons me to revert back,
Alas! Can't go back to the funny rides of merry-go-round
slippery slopes or, to the swings of children park;
Day by day, crinkled memories supposed to make me
weaker ,as burden of adulthood spurns my glee.
Nights aren't filled with redolent lullabies or dreams,
But the horrific nightmares of hectic schedule haunt me.
Those tiny footsteps were so sync
With the tunes of my lost charm & ultimate ecstasy.
When the dung of the world engulfs my shady mind,
I always surrender my soul to those happiest tricycle times.