When I Look Back by Suchismita Ghoshal
When I look back to
The past days of my life,
I see my childhood waits
In the last of a crowded row
Wading between nostalgia
And stammering innocence
With the flowers scenting memories.
I look back to the past days
Of my life when I was
A six winter old toddler,
Grabbling the vials of chocolate
Milkshake to dip in my childish tongue
And weaving warm stories
Under the blanket of December love.
I look back to the past days
Of my life when stars sipped
My aura to scintillate more
And the moon being my
Best friend ever bridged
The friendship with my heart.
I look back to the past days
Of my life when a ten year old
Innocently immature me fleeted joyously
In a merry-go-round wearing
Pink frock in the fair.
I look back to the past days
Of my life when muddy-feet
In a rain-drenched day were
My best ever game to play
On the pavement of my house.
I look back to the past days
Of my life when swinging back and forth
In a children park felt like a dream
Of touching the sky accomplished.
And this is the way I look back
To touch my memories and rub
My chest against their happiness.
But all they do is disappear like
A wilted flower in a forlorn garden
Tarnishing my soul to be a vacant one
In the blanketed verandah with darkness.
I disappear, disappear in my young body
Like a lost magician in his own show.
I scuff with an exhausted pair of feet
And my soul bids adieu until the next meet.
~ ©storytellersuchismita
Suchismita Ghoshal from West Bengal, India is a poet, professional writer, scribbler, published author, professional book critic, storyteller, columnist, copy-editor at NotionPress Publishing, content writer, creative writing professional, nature lover and a change agent & a position holder as Worldwide Ambassadors' Coordinator for Global Youth Leaders Network, Suchismita also aims to heal people with the majesty of her words. She is an environmental activist too who recently brought reality to her dream as her debut book named "Fields of Sonnet ''.