Joy

If we could remember,

When did we meet that luxurious moment of joy?

In that toy or a round ball when we were a child,

Every moment bouncing our heart, cramps in belly

Frequency in toes , thoughts quite wild.

Or in a giggle, a jump, a laugh,a fancy dream,

That wonderful joy, that marvellous joy

Was it in Silly hopes or in a hypnotic scream.

In a tall kite soaring high in the blue expanse

Thread tagged at our heart, at our arm

Feet dancing on the roof top , not loosing a chance

Crossing the lands, unaware of any undesirable harm.

In that paper boat floating on the sea waves,

Tossing up and down, our feet damped in sand

Big wave, small wave, all around water waves

Rescuing the boat, that long stick, that magic wand.

In that pebble splashed on the silent bosom of a pond

Turning its silence into water whirls,

Jumping, roaring, hissing, amongst us all that sweet bond

That wonderful joy, unaware of life’s tedious curves.

That marvellous joy where on every pretext, we had “Why”

Our boundless curiosity, voluntary right to cross certain limits

That Feel of anger, feel of love, for no reason to cry

To keep awake our false stake, with those faces of Mimics…

Years multiply, that childish joy, where has it gone now?

Oh! replaced by youth with some maturity,

More flamboyant, more etiquettes, somehow

Thoughts, a little weird, a little lost is that childish purity

Satisfaction least, more and more to explore

Seeking our hearts pleasures in temporary affairs

Those unplanned efforts , and that want for “More”

Not to fade away easily under the sheath of desires

That joy, that wonderful joy, that marvellous joy

Does it have its dwelling in the dreams or in being a cloy…?

Now the passing time welcomes whiteness in black curls

With multiple responsibilities life now many a times, swirls

Maturity now quite matured; matured are the etiquettes

Solo life tagged with multiples, joy now in, aggregates

Joy in doing things in completing tasks, challenging challenges

Self replaced by society, joy now “To give to others first, then ourselves

That joy, That marvellous joy, that wonderful joy

It Dwells in the laughter of the family, friends, and society,

In nurtured soul, controlled mind, loosing a little, on liberty

Quite matured now is that little boy

Whose life started with a round ball and a little toy

Every day, every phase of life, comes with joy, in trifles

Counting each, storing deep, it is in abundance, it multiples…..