Childhood

That sense….

That one sense that you have when you are a child.

That sense of freedom and that feeling…. Of wanting to grow up.

That sense… of seeing those elder to you as someone to look up to.

That sense… of seeing everything as pure and of seeing your parents as Gods.

Someone to worship. Someone who can achieve everything.

That , and more, becomes the essence of childhood.

It’s a time when everything anyone says to you, you believe.

And yet, we become people who don’t trust anyone when we grow up.

Dad and Mom become him and her, he/she, they.

You see them as your equal.

Someone who is not able to see the world in your viewpoint.

Someone who is not able to tell what is in, or cool.

Someone who holds you back when you should be achieving greater things in life.

And if I told you, that listening to them is the best thing you could do, most teenagers would disagree.

Most adults would agree.

Because they, and they alone know what the world is like, without the cocoon of silk and gold wrapping us.

Without our luxury features and our cars, phones and what not to do our bidding, we soon find ourselves as something close to nothing.

 That, is alone, the harsh reality of the world. And that was the world you were born into.

  

And that is the world you will live in.

‘If your child grows as much as you, be it in terms of height, weight or even maturity, then , you, as a parent , have lost your right to call him as your child.

To you, he is now a man, a stranger, an equal. Someone to carry on your lineage, your family, your family name. 

Someone, who, in the years to pass, will realize the same thing.

Someone, who will cry for you and your wisdom. Someone, who will cry himself to sleep, to hear your voice, call out his name.

But in truth, you have lost your right the call him your child.

Now, he is your son. A man. A man, in whole.‘

-          Unknown

-          Modified by S.N

An Ode to Parents

Parents gave us life

Yet we often neglect that

Till we become a parent ourselves

We don’t see the pain they had

When we see our child grow

We feel proud

When we see our child excel

We feel prouder

Like a pigeon ruffling and puffing its wings

We strut about like a proud pigeon

One day they talk back to you

Shout at you, scream at you

Then you realize

That while you saw them grow old

You forgot that one day you would too

With a heart full of pain

And nerves dull with the sorrow

Many a times our parents hide it from us

But it can be viewed in their eyes

The same pain our eyes will reflect

A few years down the road.

-          The Random Poet

This a all my works... the random poet and S.N and Indian Boy are all me.
But I don't mind even if you forget my name.
Just remember to honour your parents, when the time to do so comes about.
Care for them, nurture them the same way they nurtured you.
They didn't abandon you when you were weak, frail and not able to move around.
Why would you want to do the same?

With love, honouring my parents, who I miss terribly cos they are in India,
                                                                                   - I.B
(Here's hoping that they bring me all the stuff I want from India )


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