Enchanting Days

Smell of petrol
wanting to eat chalk
playing office-office
fear of the dark

dusty roads
lazy afternoons
huddled in corners
helium balloons

red tricycle
candyfloss
goofy giggles
mumma's gloss

plastic pistols
oversized shoes
camel crayons
Swatkats, Baloos

magical days
all was good
I do indeed
miss my Childhood!

The Choice

Day after day
another, more
these thoughts they
keep rebounding
the more you try
to pull me in
these words they
keep resounding

unanswered questions
about the living, life
unending search
to lay off
this inner strife

this bitter quarrel
a constant battle
between
your world and mine
one says rise
rise to closure
the other tells me
to shine
your world is cruel
led by them loathers
where only the fittest
survive
but mine is one
where heart prevails
wounds are healed
where strength
I'll help revive

but courage it needs
a lot of it
and I'm afraid my dams
too shallow
with time
I fear it might burn out
the pity in which
I wallow
will you be there
beside me still
when the strength
within me dies
will you wake me up
to my world then
where my heart really lies

I'm afraid
I'm scared
to step out alone
the dimness may
mar my sight
unsure unclear
of the mettle it takes
to drive away
those monsters of the night
confused, befuddled
I wander till then
I wait
I wander
I wait

for the moment
when all this muddiness
will start to make
some sense
when I can live
the way I want to
put away this
mask of pretense