Childhood for sale? I'm buying it!
Little hands fiddling and curling up to make a shape.
Innocence shining brightly a midst the pale view of the background. Shrieks of
children creating a treble of shrill noises. Running, quarreling, complaining,
crying, smiling, sharing and harmonizing were cheap commodities then, now
everything has price.
Now, no one can share love, one needs to buy it. Stills
from the past do make me smile from within, from being an innocent young
toddler followed by a childhood filled with a carnival of happiness and then the undying annoyance towards the mid-school with a little hint of his future to an
adolescence of joyousness with charging hormones creating a person who now is, angry,
bit selfish and has a sense of constructiveness finally ends up on a trodden
path of life with the actions or course takes slight or no turn and evolving a
man. And by this, everything is gone, few things for good and few just lost and
difficult to re-live.
A new person with a different perspective to the world is
born, a person coming out of paradise only to realize that a cave of darkness
separates him from the realizing the goal to reach, the next paradise. Few, make
it out early, few take time but eventually cross it. The hint is not about
realizing the goal or cherishing what you have got, it’s about all the lost
souls that you had to leave behind to get in shape.Earlier, life was simple, less confusing and less haunting.
The point of view has changed and will
keep changing from time to time. It’s us who can try to be constant and stay in
one piece.
Sometimes old memories just put up a smile upon my face. :)
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