Memories old...

My thoughts fled to that day, to that hour,
When we stood at the terrace counting stars...
Tireless we counted, 
Three.... and Ten...
We missed one and the count begun.

We ran on the beach bare feet,
Those shells in our hands, priceless but free...
Digging the sand deep with our hands,
Laughing, dodging, tickling under trance....

Build a dump and called it our home,
I found a twig, put it on the dome...
You ran to find a piece of rag,
You returned with a pink coloured flag...

When my hands couldn't form the knot,
You tied with a flourish and placed it on top.
We watched our pink flag, fluttering fast
We stood watching the waves rock...

The little scratch on my knee,
You blew gently and I screamed....
The tuneless tune you used to hum,
I used to mimick when you weren't around.

I remember the day you stood confused,
When you called me out to play and I refused.
The shyness all new to me,
Your pained look, troubling me.

When you returned after a span,
You looked quite a handsome man,
Your slow smile, gripped my heart wild.
When you looked at me, not as a child...

Simple pleasures it can be,
But, I never found anything as precious as these.
After two decades, I remembered today,
And wonder how we lost our yesterdays?


Some say he’s half man half fish, others say he’s more of a seventy/thirty split. Either way he’s a fishy bastard. Google

0 Candles:

wisdom comes with experience

At one, I learnt crawling was fun. At forty one, I still feel crawling is fun #blamemykneesnotme