Descending from the marble stairs
Diving into this fast pacing world
My eyes caught something,
A glimpse of the little me…
Posing happily in the photo frame,
Flashing my bright white teeth,
Hair disheveled but still beautiful.
Her shiny black eyes held mine
And I swam into them and kept staring blankly…
The old pic was caked with dust
I wiped it with the hem of my shirt
Suddenly boomed a voice within me…
Can I clean myself like that?
Free my mind from
The wicked thoughts gambling there,
Save my soul from sinking
Into the deep thick waters of sorrows and sins!
Can I brim my heart
With pious purity again…?
Can I curl my lips
In that true innocent smile…?
Can I steal those childish looks
Hooking into someone’s eyes…?
Can I breathe freely and
Seek pleasure even in the littlest of things…?
Can I chase my shadows like that…?
Can I sit, akin to a queen
In my mother’s lap…?
Can I climb that swing again
And zooooooon…. I slide down!
And let my cheerful laughter
Echo majestically all around.
Can I get back that colour in my cheeks
Instead of the streaks of tears…?
Just feel that girl again in me!
Letting my childhood surface, creep and bounce back into me!
~ Bhavya Malhotra