I pushed my tiny paper boats
Across the shallow water
Over to you
© SilentCry

When we were children
Of age nine or ten
In a small town far away,
Life was simple then

No mobile phones we had seen,
Internet was never there.
Summers in the river fishing,
A childhood without care

We played gilli danda in the mud
plucked mangoes by the dozen
Monsoons meant wet football
Shivered gleefully in the winter season

Little boys in half pants
And girls in pigtails
Of visits to the circus
Making paperboats and catching snails

A simple happy world,
Of cozy Sunday lunch.
A game of carrom in the eve
Or music with which we danced

Life has changed a lot
For the better, thats what people say
All i know is that,
I do miss those golden days!

It's Raining Outside
-Miegrat Sammri

It's gloomy dark,
Clouds all marked,
With windy hustle,
And thundry bustle...

The sky grown pale,
Fragranced with estery smell,
And in the watery dale,
The paperboats go sail...

The weather bit wet,
But not even a single hate,
Wrapped in a blanket so warm,
Causing nobody no harm...

The lightning sparks,
Fill sky with larks,
And the rustling leaves,
Mark an important eve...

All signs of an event so main,
Welcome the drizzling rain,
The nature is so happy about,
Afterall, it's raining out...

I can feel the smell of fresh earth in the air
Cool breeze
Swaying trees
An assortment of dark clouds in the sky
Lightning and thunder
There's a storm coming
And then there's the storm of feelings brewing inside my head as I sip my cup of tea
The first drop of rain kisses the earth
It starts with a little pitter patter
And then there's just an absolute downpour of emotions
It's like the sky is crying it's heart out
And the sound is like some symphony
And every now and then it reaches a crescendo and then calms down again
The birds are flying hither tither
Some take shelter in my window ledge and sill
Some cars and motorcycles stop in their tracks
People on the road taking their umbrellas out
Those without one scampering for cover
Some drenching their hearts out in the rain
As it starts to flood a bit some kids make paperboats and set them out on the rainwater sea..
As I watched these scenes from my window I couldn't help but think of my childhood days
Days when I used to feel more and think less
But then I guess with age you grow wiser or maybe dumber or a bit timid..i don't know..
As a kid the rains for me was all about having a good time
Now it's all about watching and reminiscing the childhood days