Many a times, when I am alone I just find myself thinking of the fun Collecting pouring water, drenching in the rain Sailing my paper boats in the small drain Catching in matchboxes frogs from puddles of water, And throwing them on young and old with giggles and smiles
Smearing the silver, golden color on my friends Of the butterflies that we picked in the sunny garden Feasting on dollops of homemade icecreams and chuskies (ice lollies) Listening to stories of kings n demons by granny
How could I forget hat fight with parents To stay awake all night during summer or winter break To watch uncountable movies on the rented video recorder Or to read Agatha Christie, Enid Blyton in just one sitting
There was a different story all the time for each of my tantrums and fantasies alike And a unique reason for enjoying every season
Oh! How I wish I could have a time machine To take me back to my childhood innocence I really miss being a little kid O my Lord! With no stress, worries or care in the world...!!!
Has my soul woundered around in many different time lines Trying to escape a reality that I have never wanted to see. Trying to predict a future with out you. The bad descions have been coming back to bite me again. Karma has finally made it's descion to hit me. Asking my self the same questions over an over again, Drowning my self in a bottle of Scotch. Asking my self on replay
Would I jump to the past to change things? Or should I stay an have another dance with the devil?
Id go back to the first moment Where your eyes shined brighter When your lips curls up everytime you called my name
When your hands never grew tired holding mine As Cigarettes were my yesterday's comfort habit , I got addicted to you more.
I used to think love tasted sweeter the longer you stay
This time I need that time machine to get another taste .
Oh I cry everytime I fail trying to bring back what was once ours Im not smart enough to create the impossible time machine to go back in time but I'll be wiser to change this today and pray for what fate molds us to be