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Sunday, 30 September 2018

Some Day


Some day, 
I hope I'd break free 
To be a child again, 
No holds barred 
No longer having to feign smiles,
No need to set alarms,
No jotting down to-do notes, 
No need to hurry through the tea-cup unfinished
No creaseless shirts and creased foreheads, 
No running back-to-back calls,
No wasting time at airports, 
No stays at lifeless five-starred hotels
Yet not a single star to blink at.
Some day, 
I hope to break free 
To run, riot, and live like a child! 

Some day,
I hope to see the child come to life, in me, 
To get a spark of a smile,
A hug for a hug,
Get to kick into the fields, and shake up the dust,
Or play with the gravels as we walk,
Back from school, 
Stop by the hawkers to pick a ball of churan,
Or the frail frame of the sharbat-ra chacha,
For a stick of handmade kala-khatta,
Or the long hours to spend with my own,
Not a wrinkle of worry about time, 
Gossip away about so many things
And branch into silly nothings,
Not getting shy,
To let my hair down
Even if that meant being silly! 

Some day
I hope to be a child again,
Relive the fun, happiness, and life
To get around on my cycle,
To rush to my favourite hunt, 
As my heart pounded hard, 
As hope matched the pace of my breath,
To get to meet my moon,
That November evening,
As the fields courted the dew,
And bathed in the golden moonlight, 
As I stocked up my reserves of smiles
Until the next full moon, 
Or the journey by the Mahanadi banks,
Cherishing the moments, 
Of the silence of that evening,
To be broken only by the beats of hearts,
And the nervous locking of glances,
That continues to dance across my eyes
Many winters after. 
How I long 
To be a child again, 
To be back with the precious gems of life, 
To the unhindered passions,
And the restive thoughts
To the fleeting frames of smiles
On the long passionate evenings
And the longer endless nights, 
With a nip in the air,
And a bit of warmth that blew along from memory, 
As I lie in wait to be a child, again, 
Some day! 


© Sashikant Mohanty

2 comments:

  1. Lovely..made me nostalgic too..
    Those were indeed the days...

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    1. Many thanks, Amit! It feels nice when you could connect with the thoughts

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