In a world without wars The children are not Separated from homes Escaping buried destinies In shell-shocked rubbles Clinging to rickety boats With tattered hopes To be washed ashore Swept into the sand As twisted deadwood To be long forgotten By the ailing world Only to be lamented In the gnawing pain Of those who cared But were powerless To control the bloodlust Of men sans conscience
Squeaky unoiled hinges Of swings in the park Sweaty breeze in the face Games in an idyllic noon Clang of metallic toy ponies Multi-hued flying frisbees Muddy barefoot squeals Merry-go-round treble Run and hide, hide and seek Playing till night descends Yes, freedom of innocence Long lost, yet dearly craved!
Tiny tots like him walk to school on weekdays with siblings, trotting dangerously along the edge. It is scary but they look unperturbed, their cheeks red under the clear mountain sun.
The month of June brings back memories of summer vacations and travels to lands far and fair. In June 2017, our family of 3 went to Sikkim with family friends and relatives. I took notes on my phone, posting them along with pictures on my Facebook page. I bring them out here to share impressions that stay forever.
Lachen Monastery, Sikkim
We were soaking in the blue skies, admiring the mountains, and the peace, letting our prayers flutter in the wind, along with the prayer flags.
They run through The sunlit grove Summer in their hair Sweat clinging to strands Sun-kissed now Sunburnt at dusk It bothers not much For childhood is about Fruit orchards Yellow fields An amusing prank here A scraped knee there Making memories Before the sun sets!
Gulmohar trees swaying In the summer heat Tawny branches bursting With fiery flowers, Crimson petals carpeting The gray gravel road Gleefully picked up For sword fights With tender stamens; The tiny tip breaking free In innocent games Losers none, all winners be! Green sepals become Fake nails in child’s play It is all beautiful, speckled Like colors of tomorrow! A burst of tanginess Tingling the soul, Children head home Chewing sepals, petals; Just a flower, so much to give Until it melts – orange, blue All comes to rest, in dusky hue!