For the twelve year old me

You no longer enjoy playing in the Sun,
nor I see you shout, cycle or run.
Basketball, volley ball-
doesn’t interest you anymore.
You just seem to be searching for
a new sky to soar.
Dear twelve year old me,
you’re going through a change, I could see.
I saw you sitting quietly
at the corner of the living room, today.
Your curly haired head buried
in the book that you had on your lap.
You were oblivious to the sounds
coming from the TV, and of mom’s
continuous call.
As if, everything in the world had come to a stall.
I saw you happy that Sunday,
when it was raining profusely.
And mom said,
“You must not go out to play.”
And, you curled up in the bed
with a book in your hand, instead.
Many a times, your eyes lit up,
and you laughed out too.
What you’re reading and
which words made you laugh, who knew?
Your excitement was visible,
when dad took you to the book fair.
I saw you, slowly scanning
every shelf of every store.
Until you found what you’re looking for!
Your annoyance was visible,
when dad asked you to buy a science book.
And you tired to explain, how only to
fiction and poetry- you get hooked.
Later, you’re smiling ear to ear
holding your new possession.
(And in few years, you’d proudly
show them as your collection.)
You read when there is
no one around.
You read to settle your
inner chaos and sound.
Books acted as a window
to a different world.
Slowly but surely, your
view and thoughts- unfurled.
I saw you falling in love
with words, stories and fictional character.
How in one moment you cry
and in another, go into a feat of laughter!
Dear twelve year old me,
it gives me immense pleasure to see,
that you’ve discovered in such a tender age
that literature and words,
will help us break the cage.
And do you know,
what gives me utmost delight?
When I see you lovingly tucking a book
under the pillow every night.
Dear twelve year old me,
I totally love the bookworm,
you’d grow up to be.

Stubbornly optimistic, a listener of the universe and follower of my dreams. Coffee, smell of new books, long walks, old melodies, good sense of humour, and poetry light me up. I want to be happy when I grow up.

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