Childhood Days

Childhood Days

childhood

The fruit laden branches of an old mango tree

rest leisurely on the whitewashed compound wall,

while a black rickety gate that squeaks as it opens,

acknowledges the arrival of a new guest,

as my yearning eyes feast on the first glimpse of home

flooding my senses with warmth and love.

 

Once again i search for those fleeting memories,

among the little lucky red seeds on this ground,

that lie scattered adorning each corner and crevice

buried under the damp soil and jasmine petals,

as i reflect on those moments too precious to be erased

because they were born in the womb of innocence.

 

Then my thoughts could soar with the freedom of a breeze

not burdened by the weight of expectations,

and feather light dreams could be gleefully entrusted

to the safety of wobbly paper boats,

when sorrows could vanish and happiness be found

among rag dolls and tinkle of glass bangles.

 

How I loved those sandalwood scented twilights,

when shadows sketched patterns on faded walls,

and age old characters sprang slowly into life,

from the pages of my grandmother’s folklore,

as my little mind wandered above the roaming clouds,

before settling on a beauteous starry night.

©2016 Anjana Vipin E

 

 

 

 

 

Anjana

I am a postgraduate in the field of biotechnology. I always had a profound appreciation for all forms of creative writing and I have been writing poetry in writers network for two years. At present, I am residing in Rutherford, New Jersey. Thank you so much for visiting my page and I would be delighted to have your valuable feedback.

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Anjana

I am a postgraduate in the field of biotechnology. I always had a profound appreciation for all forms of creative writing and I have been writing poetry in writers network for two years. At present, I am residing in Rutherford, New Jersey. Thank you so much for visiting my page and I would be delighted to have your valuable feedback.

14 thoughts on “Childhood Days

  • December 3, 2016 at 7:44 PM
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    Loved it, if we could only be kids once again knowing what we now know. Imagine how much we would cherish it so..

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    • December 4, 2016 at 5:26 AM
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      Thank you so much Kurt for reading and leaving behind a lovely comment..yes, if only we could be children once again..

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  • December 3, 2016 at 7:48 PM
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    So beautiful Anjana, and the phrasing spectacular, ‘born in the womb of innocence. Such beautiful sensory imagery of a charmed childhood, eloquently rendered in endearing verse. Brilliant work my friend.

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    • December 4, 2016 at 5:33 AM
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      Thank you so much Tony for reading and leaving behind your kind and encouraging words..always delighted to have your words on my page..

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  • December 3, 2016 at 9:28 PM
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    Oh! This is so very lovely, Anjana. Your phrases are so heart warming. What wonderful memories you share with us. Excellent work.

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    • December 4, 2016 at 5:34 AM
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      Thank you so much dear Phyllis for your support and encouragement..you are very kind..

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    • December 4, 2016 at 5:36 AM
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      Thank you so much for your visit and kind words Rasma ..I am delighted that you liked this..

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  • December 6, 2016 at 4:24 AM
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    Beautiful memories, from a wonderful childhood. Ah, if all life could just be like this…but, it is, over and over again as we reminisce. You have the same basic pattern here as a story I wrote, both centered in glorious childhood. Memories are what we make them, and yours have a wonder which only a mind centered in wonder could bring to life. Your pictures here are amazing, as always with all your writings so well done. I loved this, young lady!

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  • December 6, 2016 at 7:08 AM
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    What kind, heart warming words you leave for me Donald..I am so delighted that you liked this my dear friend..I am always grateful for your support and encouragement..

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  • December 6, 2016 at 9:36 AM
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    Hey Anjana, I love each and every line. They each paint a beautiful picture by themselves. The imagery of the paper boats floating and washing away all the wrongs. Beautiful. ~Paul

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  • December 6, 2016 at 1:15 PM
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    Hey Paul..delighted to see you here..thank you so much for reading and leaving behind a lovely comment..I am very grateful..

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  • January 27, 2017 at 7:19 AM
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    What wonderful childhood memories, Anjana. Beautifully expressed in your poetry. Great job.

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  • January 28, 2017 at 8:34 PM
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    Thank you so much dear John..delighted to have your support and as always I truly appreciate your kind words..

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