Flashback. . .

Life is a book of possibilities…

A scoop of solitude & sometimes the taste of a treat,

Memories to cherish & Memories you wish to delete,

The flavour of triumph & even that of defeat,

But all in all…
"Life’s a beautiful book of possibilities". . .

I sit here today, all set for an ‘Action Replay’,

I sit to recall all that’s been said & done,

Wishing to analyse as to WHERE I went wrong,

Wishing to rejuvenate all the dreams that drowned…

I close my eyes & sit to meditate,

I see nothing but darkness that soon begins to fade,

Slowly & steadily I walk down the memory lane,

And reach straight up to the day I learned scribbling my name,

It’s my first day at school…A day full of inquisitions,

I scream & shout, “Mom, please don’t leave me in this dungeon”,

Mom & Dad too groan & drip,

Seeing their little angel juggle from toe to tip,

They shout, “We’re there”…They scream, “We care”,

But the words’ seem too meaningless in despair…

I watch myself so young & pretty,

I just wish I could capture the moment forever in my kitty,

Those little little hands…Those little little feet,

That little little skirt with a belt & pleats,

That cutely tied pony…Those tick-tock clips,

All looked so adorable except my nose that sniffed,

I was FINALLY dragged on…I FINALLY had to move on,

And the journey to a future commenced,

I was NOW a part of the rat race that seemed would NEVER end…

I walked & walked past so many sweet & sour moments,

Memories of childhood one dies to live again,

That locking & popping…That hipping & hopping,

Those small small fights that made a BIG difference,

Those friendship swears…Those promises so rare,

All that was BACK in just a glimpse,

I could watch myself growing up,

I could feel life’s tiffs burning up,

Wishing to bring a change my way,

But life’s too sweet to offer a second chance,

‘Coz we’ve got to MOVE ON…come what may…

I now become a teen…feeling like a queen,

It’s the age certainly beyond compare,

The verve of a girl…The mood swings that often swirl,

All part & parcel of the game of life well retained,

Those quarrels with parents…That freedom seeking redundance,

All looks so childish in ‘Flashback’,

The hatred that ignites within,

The WORLD then seems a place too below the class…

It’s unexplainable to live it ALL again,

Observing all that’s past from an entirely new frame,

I feel so BIG…I feel so MATURE,

It gives a thought, “Goshhh…is this really ME ???”,

So slurpy, snobby & frailish at heart,

Letting any damn thing so easily affect me…

With this I learn the mistakes I committed,

With this I realize the opportunities I missed,

I accept the follies & the stones left unturned,

I wish some of those could completely be churned,

I wish there was a way to mend it all,

‘Repentance’ could be what gives a call…

Now, I slowly get back to the present,

Biding adieu to a journey so pleasant,

I never knew a ‘Flashback’ could turn so nostalgic,

Bringing out in me a person so static,

The mixed emotions…The outburst of feelings,

Rolled down my cheeks as dew drops,

I learn to cherish all that I possess,

I learn to live life by all its odds…

It’s a change in ME that would last forever,

I feel more strong…more stable than ever,

I’ve no idea what the future holds,

Still, I’m ready to face in the style I behold,

I believe in living life on its own entities,

As now, it’s proven that “Life’s a beautiful book of possibilities”. . .

~The Deep Me. . . :)