My letter to God !!

These lines have been inspired by a track ‘Savi savi nenapu’ from the movie ‘My Autograph’. It’s my first attempt to write in English as I have always been used to convey my thoughts in my mother tongue Kannada. I don’t think the lines are an excellent piece of art. But I have been honest in portraying the soul of my thought through these lines. Most of them are instances from my own life. Hope you could sense a part of your childhood in these lines too. Read On!!

              My letter to God !!

I open my eyes, I could sense no soul nearby,

The planet of life is visible vaguely, far away from me,

I look around, there is just an old rusty box to give company,

My mind in solitude, opens the box sub-consciously,

A breeze gushes and the leaves inside fly out,

As I pick them up, each one has a story of its own to tell,

I listen, I sense, I recall, I realize, I sing!!

The warmth of the mother's lap feeling like heaven,

Her lullabies 'ever-so-melodic' and putting me to sleep,

My grandpa singing praises as he swung the cradle,

When every hand wanted my cheek, every lip wanted a kiss,

I was lovable, I was loved - as I never complained,

When my mind was free, my heart innocent,

Bring it back, Oh God, Bring it back!

The unexplainable joy in going to a circus,

The amazement on watching mammoth sized people onscreen,

When we had a box to keep the unlucky butterflies,

When my grandma would tell stories & feed me,

An excuse was the only thing needed to burst crackers,

A big smile and 'Bye-Bye' to every airplane flying by,

Bring it back, Oh God, Bring it back!

The compelling tears to buy me a watch at every mela,

The excitement in playing hide and seek,

When having wounds was a form of body art,

When fever brought joy and break from school,

When the genius of a little master made me hold a bat,

The stupefaction at the flash of a camera,

Bring it back, Oh God, Bring it back!

The newly bought car that I longed  to get a ride in,

When ghost stories made me wet my mattress,

When Santa was someone I always waited for,

When bed time stories of Krishnaarjuna were fascinating,

The summers I longed for, to stay with my grandma,

The days I used to think kissing would give kids, 

Bring it back, Oh God, Bring it back!

The girl I met in class one, whom I thought was 'the' one

When amusement parks were more than amusing,

When I lost myself in Mohenjo-Daro and the love for history,

When the fear of beatings compelled me to sign the result sheet,

The anxiety and shivers on carrying a chit,

The near death experience while learning to swim,

Bring it back, Oh God, Bring it back!

The elation when I held my baby brother as he kicked me,

A plaster was a reason for people to leave 'signatured memories',

When skyscrapers of Bombay made me watch them wide-mouthed,

When reciting prayers at school was mechanical,

When ice-creams and chocolates were rewards for good results,

The girl next door whom I loved to play with until she shifted,

Bring it back, Oh God, Bring it back!

The awesome feeling of playing in the rain for the first time,

When the pet 'Pinky' was a family member too,

When birthday was the most awaited day of the year,

When dinosaurs were a topic of discussion for weeks together,

My sister standing by me as I learnt to cycle,

A couple of pimples raising alarms,

Bring it back, Oh God, Bring it back!

The first click of my personal computer's mouse,

Getting caught by police for driving without license,

The pride in wearing my school team jersey,

When a boring class made us play hand-cricket time and again,

The nervousness before my first onstage performance,

The school trip- when every second was memorable,

Bring it back, Oh God, Bring it back!

A spectacular view of the symbol of love in white marble,

The exquisite smile of the girl in the bus whom I never spoke to,

The first poem I penned down that made me bliss-out,

The fights with my sister which ended increasing the love-affection,

Her marriage- with tears of separation and happiness,

The airport scene, bidding her farewell as she begun a new journey,

Bring it back, Oh God, Bring it back!

The girl that took my hunger-sleep and heart,

The hastiness while reading the love letter addressing me,

The attempts to impress the other sex which now seem funny,

When trimming my moustache happened secretly using dad's razor,

When planning was needed to bunk class for a movie,

The sense of achievement on my graduation day,

Bring it back, Oh God, Bring it back!

I listened, I sensed, I recalled, I realized, I sung!!

The leaves were from a tree that stands invisibly aloof,

It appears that the tree bears more branches, leaves, buds,

They would fall someday too and go into the box,

I shall open the box and fall in love with myself again,

Fall in love with each of those stories the leaves have to tell,

However, how I wish I had a time machine!!

Bring them back, Oh God, Bring them back!