A lovely Sunday evening
Is to be spent in cleaning my cupboard.
Ive never wanted to open it since graduation
For Inside it are toys of my past,
That ive never wanted to see,
For Ive grown up now..
But today I cant escape. im shifting.
and so the cupboard is opened
Lying Inside which are-

Action figures from my favourite shop,
That have entertained me so much
Imagining every movement, every story
As I attack the other team
Or make peace.
And at the end of it all
All of it goes within my mind's cupboard.

The little RC car, with the small wire
A scorcher for the 90s kid.
Will move if i press the green button
and stop if i press red.
The satisfaction of holding it is in itself
so much pleasure; it moves on my will
it obeys my wishes.

Going further back I see
Plastic circles and blocks
Of various shapes and sizes
A clever maneuver by the inventors,
of promoting the Play and learn method
I cant recall what fun it was back then-
Simple plastic mounds just lying around
What have I imagined with them?
What have I learned?
I try hard...but cannot remember today.

And jigsaws of a hundred pictures
With a confused trance
Lay mixed one with the other
Together, In a plastic box
Jutting cardboard points of the pieces
Like pins in my head are to be fixed
somewhere else.
Tazos and cards that ive exchanged
with the shrewd mind of business-mad

Pictures and gifts that i thought were lost
I find them here.
Childhood friends smiling
Faces I have been missing
Cricket matches: football craziness
Mimicking teachers:
Clay dinosaur at the park,
And trees that i would climb-
I remember you still.

For today ive opened my cupboard
and strewn across the floor
are broken toys of days gone by
I pick a few of them and imagine
Of the life that was, years back
When my joy lay in such small things...

What has changed since then?
Has it really been so long,
That little things please me no more
My dreams and ambitions poison my mind
People's expectations around me
make me sick
and all across my mind are big words
of empty meaning.

Time has changed; the locations have changed
But I know I still have a mind's cupboard
And even though Ive grown
I know I still have toys
They are the grown up's toys
That have no joy in them

Every second with these toys of mine
is a cruel reminder
Of dreams that never get fulfilled
Of longings and desires that haunt
As I pick up toys of my past
The toys of my present laugh at me
-My cellphone rings-
For what need do I have of plastic mounds
When I have grown up in days and years?

The grown up toys have been beckoning me
To wear them on my face
Ive become very tired..
So I sit down on my haunches
switching off the phone
and pick up my old toys
As the evening grows to night
-the smiling full moon peers from the sky
I sit in my room with these toys
And spend time whispering stories to myself
Of small dreams...of true happiness.

Very nice..enjoyed.

Very nice

Thank you 2kidsmom and pkh. Im glad you liked it :D