(An August 2010 work, rearranged and
rewritten today.)
Sometimes beginning the day with
a whisper,
Sometimes with a cry,
Sometimes gaping in the void,
At times beginning it with an
innocent invite.
Cruising into the myopic state of
your bionic reflections,
Jaded by the hyperemia,
The ephemeral circumvention of
the moment,
Drawn away from the routine empirical
hysteria.
To the cerebral existence of the
self-efficacious creation,
To that fleeting vision,
You never knew when it took you
into its embrace,
As you just reacted naturally,
like you do always.
The sudden trance that it takes you
into,
Away from the oversized clutches
of the trite,
Dragging away, disconnected,
Liberating to the elementary
momentary amnesia.
There comes a time,
When debates become primordial,
When the need of solutions become
unreal.
O childhood,
Why don’t you stay forever
transcending me,
To the realms of that fading
Ideal.
O CHILDHOOD
©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey - http://severallyalone.blogspot.com/
