We love it...

While doing something for a while
You forget to keep track of time
You miss something very important
But you don't get upset

You love it.

While watching a movie alone
Laughing out loudly you roll on floor
You feel like crazy and mad
Don't behave like a sensible lad

You love it.

While watching a movie scene you start cry
You don't pretend to be strong or even try
Your eyes get wet with tears
On your cheek while they roll
You feel a cold sensation
But you don't wipe them out

You love it.

While you experiment with some new dish
You forget to add salt or it taste as you wish
You smile and don't get angry on your fault
Or you burn vegetable while cooking
It doesn't come out as you were aiming
You don't feel bad while eating

You love it.

As a kid when you wake up midnight
There is no one near to your bedside
You feel like walking to washroom
Scared as thinking of a character creepy
You pull the bed sheet to cover your face
You think it as a most horrified case

You love it.

While playing with a small kid
You draw few lines on her palm
An deformed flower or her name
Something she don't even understand
But she feels happy and brings smile
Shows it to every one around
Like a precious gift she has found
Which you can't even describe

You love it..

You return home after long time
Your pet dog comes around running
You feel the most special bonding
Jumps on your feet and body
Licks your finger and makes cloth dirty
But you don't even get angry

You love it.

You seed some plant
After long time you see its leaf
It grows some flower or some fruit
Its small but looking innocent and cute
It won't be enough for you to use
But you feel excited with joy

You love it.

While playing a game with small kids
Losing to them you think is a worthwhile
You lose the game but you smile
You get a beating but don't get serious
Kids are excited and you feel joyous

You love it..

While you are cleaning your room
You find a old diary of old days
Reading few lines you turn few pages
Naive and innocent words without any senses
Or a dried flower between the pages
Memory flashes and you remember few faces

You love it..

You listen few lines of an old song
Now its too old and outdated
You have not listened it since ages
While trying to remember next few lines
You connect yourself with some old sight
Unable to recall words you give a smile

You love it...


(© Rakesh Kumar Mar 2009)