Memories.....

First word of a child
the look, when he just smiles
first day you send him to school
and when he plays with water in pool.

A 'very good' as my teacher says,
morning assembly, we gathered to pray
birthday songs and birthday chocolates
and polishing shoes with chalks on saturdays

When I'm low, a hug from friend
the caring touch, I felt at hand
the sideways look, a confession frank,
"Dude I'm with you in this evil prank"

The rest in mother's soothing laps
in her arms she takes me and wraps
a pat on back from my lovely father
making me feel i just made him prouder.

An ugly fight with younger brother
and then at night, sleeping together.
the concern for each other's weight,
acne in face and increasing waist.

In lover's arms, the cosy feeling
tears he wipes, helps me in healing
as if preventing me from getting stolen
the care in eyes has it all proven

As I sit with no work on weekend
all these memories peep out of cavern
some things in life that seemed so small
are now big pictures on my memory wall

And as I write it makes me feel,
every moment in life is big deal
The things that we are missing in hurry
will become tomorrow, a lovely memory

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