Linger On Sweet Memories

Categories Emotions, Meditation

A breeze has ruffled the neat hedges
of the sweet memories of my childhood:

Somewhere deep in my feeble heart
l desire to go back in time
and become a kid again.

I desire to go back to those days
when I was innocent,
carefree and free-spirited.

I long for those great times
when I was young and silly;
when I lacked guilt,
when I loved justice,
and my heart and mind
knew of no crime,
or wrongdoing.

I want to rekindle
those seasons of my childhood
when there was no stress,
no tension, no pressures
and no expectations.

I hunger to go back to
those days of my childhood
when my world was free from gossip,
manipulation and back stabbing;
when I didn’t know what words
like jealousy, hatred and tribalism meant.

I desire to re-live
those childhood moments
when I had faith in people
whom I called friends
and life was so peaceful,
beautiful and joyful.

I yearn for those
once upon a time reflections,
and wonder why I decided to grow up;
to have my innocence stolen;
that innocence that made me
seldom fret about the future.

I thirst for the simplicity,
and lack of knowledge,
back in my younger days
before it was spoiled by earthly affairs.

But again
wishes are not horses;
and hence
my simple childhood dreams and desires
remain broken, shattered and unfulfilled.

I am an epic introvert, who quickly becomes an open book when I pen what’s in my significantly fertile mind; fertile as a result of bombardment by realities that are continuously captured by my inquisitive eyes, ears which are constantly rubbing the ground, through constant reading, and through dreaming too.

Writing provides an opportunity to ‘say’ what my unapologetic quiet mouth will not say; which not only soothes me, but also bequeaths to me a relief, a release, and a hope that the written words will change the world, even if only one person at a time.

And so should you seek, that’s where to find me; deeply tucked inside the blankets of reading, seeing, listening, dreaming, and then writing.

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