wonder years..

there was the time when fluttering of butterflies intersted me just as much as flying kites..

and when making it thru a whole road on the bicycle was way too cool..

it never ceased to amaze me how a star could shine for so long without electricity..

and that there was always a reason to get some ice-cream...

no matter what time of the day, a comic always provided relief..

and that girl in class always seemed angel-like..

never did once I say no to going out there an playing.. I even did it on the day before my exams..

when right before my eyes, when some dreams shattered, the new ones dint take time to form...

to the time where I look back and think.. foolish but innocent.. frivolous but happy.. petty but pure.. immature but had a heart of gold..

those were my wonder years..

bring back those wonder years of mine..
get those birds and bees to fly again..
to run with friends on the sands of fun..
to dream every dream the eyes could see..
fill my heart again with love that pure..
show the shapes that stars can make..
those drops of heaven that got me wet..
turn back long oh hands.. oh hands of time..

Happy Children's day to the child in all of us !!