Chasing butterflies, rainbow.
Games of hide and seek swings and sliding boards.
Swinging bags and scrambling over lunchboxes.
Uninhibited laughter and innocent tears.
Crying over game falls, and fights with friends and siblings.
Bedtime stories and dreamless sleep, waking up in eternal sunshine.
It resembles a mirage. On a canvas so large. They call it life. That illusion so rife. Never mind its name. They say it is all in a game. Seems so unbelievably eternal. But it is only the end that is real.
Me, me!!!
- Sepiamniac
- Madras, TAMIL NADU, India
- Not an outdoor person.. prefer to get buried beneath books, music and movies... has these strange philosophies about life that might puzzle you. At the same time, likes to live life. Loves simple people, especially those who veil their formidable knowledge behind humility (The poems here don't reflect my mind or anyone else's. Maybe, just a patch of what various people go through.)
down the memory lane.. lovely! :))
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