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 burdens 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 shaddy mind, I always surrender my soul to those happiest tricycle times.
(A poem dedicated to the golden days of my childhood. I badly miss those days now!)