Handful of Memoirs

I revealed myself on a morning,
The clock rang 7.
Infants all over wailing in controllably,
Dispatched from heaven.

The crowd cheered,
Welcomed with smelling salts
Alas! Mother didn’t know,
Assuring deliverance without faults

Could be the season of sprinklers,
Her eyes popped open.
Sounds of appraisal,
Ran across the street.

Calculations in progress,
Pundits fed to the brim.
Chirping of vermilion cloth,
Eager to embrace the child.

Days went by ceremoniously
Clicking toys clattered far and wide
Some part played by the couple
Rest acquired to remove the sin..

Nursery search commenced thereafter
Desperate to hand over the gift
Within few hours of the race
The holy woman was given the grace

Unseen paddy field, unheard musical
Filled the air to run the errands
Bunch of mists toppled over another
Find the common grounds of mischief
Foretold were the recreational tales
Await the other days to run by

Puerility took over infancy
Decorated with Barbie bicycles
Debate over the appropriate color
At 6, expertise of pink pixels

Without a clinch or sound
Piggy filled with monetary wishes
Gandhian paper never a hindrance
Continue to unlock the leashes.

The azure kept on going wit cotton
Roses and lilies swayed 360 degrees
The lass climbed up the ladder
Only to tumble down the lane.

Entered the period of assemblies
Uniforms divulged with ribbons
Line of discipline pressured upon
Hand in hand cautions behold.

Apprentice teachers singing a-b-c-d
For A became apple
B looked fat
D thrown in the esoteric dungeon
T grew grammatically under “that”

After prep appeared the junior façade
Honoring the position with sheen
Badges represent the houses
Red, Yellow, Blue and Green

14th & 15th crushed with box of tissues
17th, an acknowledgment of presence
Eon floundered with teenage inhibitions
Speed breakers, tickets became a norm
Fumbling in the on-going process
Outlined by the approaching storm!

Knocking came one day
The feeling completely unknown
Voice flirtatious and appealing
Future days for me, to be shown

Confabulations and handshakes became routine
Was infatuation who wouldn’t be keen!
Didn’t see the large pit whole
Opposite sex can be mean

Cages and shield stood before
But, eyes covered with golden sand
Both stood together as pillars of strength
I continued to dive further
Mind one-direction bent.

My world glittered and scintillated
Eyes refusing to shut
Heart bloomed like an ocean
Brains inactive abut.

Nothing seemed right, everything fitted well
The touch resumed the vibration
Emotions day by day swelled
Steadiness came to halt

Ahead it seemed bright and fast
Prayers unrequited for the dream to last
It resumed to a standstill one day
Light shone strangely for a second
Misconstrued ideas tumbled down

A deep conscious trouble
No latch worked
Each string attached came to nerve
I was helpless and miserable
Hoping for a window to open
Unfortunately all was in vain.

My pillars took a half turn
Sign of the door shut
The distillation began.

I cut of from them
Wasn’t difficult rather reasonable
Time flew by
I continued my journey through corridors

Happy hours were soon to begin
My elder half tied the knot
Merry making called of depression
Came the hour to fight the oppression

Rolls of petals hung on the wall
Basket of laughter hiding in every corner

Like all moments, this too shall pass
Bid goodbye to all in parts
Life’s engine re-fuelled
Back on track,
Without reminiscences of any feud

Clouds came past by
Leaves crouched opened the chest to greet, Hi!
Black and white sprung back and forth
Rare appearances flared delight.

In the whole periphery
My existence remained grounded
Shadows flung in violet
Victory guidelines internally embedded

I wasn’t a rock,
Waning in the closet
Deep scratched difficult to over-power
Wisk of air remove the black cover

Happiness may bestow upon your path of enlightenment
Strong invocations to break the past strings
No care for the on-going scenario
Filtering each word to construct the wings

To say it was painful
Was a cup of tea
Altogether it chipped and poked
Every inch of me

Meanwhile angels peeped to greet
Did not foretell to be an afterlife meet
Smiles of gold and care with shelter

Series of trainings
With chandelier of illumination
Ablaze with clever wit,
Bonita memoirs amassed

Till date, the boat stays imbalanced
I seek for resonance
Volume after volume,
Yearn to attain quick eminence.

Plastic assurance to thyself
To break the conventional codes
I, Confess on the way
It wasn’t time honored
Only non-practitioners refuse to sight such roads