Nostalgic Verses : A Rhyme of Innocence

 In a world of grown-up strife and stress,

Let's embrace the child, oh, what a mess!

Forget the worries, success and failures,

Reignite the spirit of youthful adventures.

In those long showers, let's sing with glee,

Concerts for one, and the audience is me.

Soap bubbles in the bath, floating high,

Childish laughter reaches the sky.

Beware the drain, it could swallow us whole,

Avoiding it was the ultimate goal.

Clipping our mouths with hairpins, oh dear,

For no reason at all, isn't that clear?

The moon, oh, it's made of cheese, they say,

Believing it, we dreamt the night away.

Staring to make things move with our will,

Imagination running wild, never standing still.

Poking holes in erasers, what a peculiar call,

Why we did it, we can't explain at all.

"Mom," we'd say to our teacher in surprise,

Childhood antics, oh, what a prize!

Wrapped in curtains, we'd pretend to be,

Superheroes, pirates, or monkeys up a tree.

Chips packets burst, noise loud and grand,

A symphony of crinkles, across the land.

Listening to our parents, tales of the past,

In a black and white world, they were cast.

Blowing on glass, patterns make no sense,

Childhood innocence, oh, so intense.

On shiny floors, in winter socks we'd slide,

With joy and laughter, we couldn't hide.

Jumping high to reach the door frame's top,

Growth spurts measured with each hop.

Pillows punched in anger, though none existed,

Release of non-existent rage, oh, how we persisted.

Coloring magazine models, making them strange,

For no reason at all, we'd rearrange.

Nuts thrown in the air, mouths open wide,

Attempting to catch them on our tongue's ride.

Fantasy worlds in our minds, they'd unfurl,

Invisible realms where we'd twirl and twirl.

Arms inside shirts, pretending we're without,

Lost in imagination, without a doubt.

Restarting games, even when we'd lose,

Childhood tenacity, what an excuse!

Stuffed animals, a sleepover with each one,

To avoid offending, when the day was done.

Believing they'd come alive when we weren't there,

In our dreams, adventures we'd share.

One pen, six colors, what a treasure it was,

Trying to push them all, a colorful buzz.

Soda in bottle caps, like shots we'd pretend,

Drunk on imagination, a delightful trend.

Behind doors, we'd hide, waiting to scare,

But patience was scarce, so we'd often despair.

Faking sleep to avoid Mom's vigilant stare,

Childhood tricks, beyond compare.

Magic couches, where beds would appear,

Sleeping here, waking there, oh, what a cheer!

Staring the sun with a determined gaze,

Shutting the eyes, when lost the ace.

Moon following wherever we'd go,

A loyal companion, a radiant glow.

Two drops racing on the window's face,

Childhood's simple joys, a thrilling chase.

Swallowing seeds, fear of trees inside,

Imagination's grip, we couldn't hide.

Fridge lights turning on and off, so surreal,

Childhood wonders, what a great deal.

Dustbins turned goals in littered delight,

A playful challenge, oh, what a sight!

Glue-covered hands, schoolmates' scare,

Skin coming off, a frightful affair.

Perfect flowers, wooden pencils in hand,

Sharper and sharper, a creative stand.

Turning off the washroom light, a rush to escape,

Childhood's spooky tales, our hearts agape.

Table fan voices, alien and strange,

Speaking inside, a delightful exchange.

Yearning to grow up, to be adults so fast,

Oh, the irony, childhood's memories cast.

For as adults, we now understand,

The carefree days of childhood were truly grand.

So let's evoke the child inside, with glee,

And relive those moments, just you and me.

In the laughter, the mischief, and endless fun,

We rediscover the magic, all as one.

For in these memories, so vivid and rife,

Lies the secret to living a joyful life.