Back in time…
I have a time machine; it starts on its own,
in her company, or even when I’m alone;
takes me back to when untamed we ran,
to the moment she came, and it all began.
when the world for us was small, sweet,
when each other’s joys made it complete,
when the little things were always best,
and we just didn’t bother about the rest.
try as Gram did to scare us to go to bed,
the ghosts in her stories were nice instead,
but we had acted afraid, to see her smile,
we knew she cared, and it was worthwhile.
we’d ride our bikes, as the monsoon came,
get wet, scolded, and smile just the same;
we loved to feel the chill, no winter woes,
no coats were needed, no scarves to go.
write letters to no one, sing without care,
play after dusk with friends, talk and share;
we’d read novels till we did fall asleep,
books still on faces, and memories to keep.
when the time travel ends, I feel this void,
seek a way where this present I can avoid;
return once more, to when we were young,
and sing, with you, all the songs unsung.
sister dear, those days, are the most I miss,
when all worries would vanish with a kiss,
these memories, bittersweet, I cherish today,
thank God, for sending you, my life’s way.
(© 19th June 2015)