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With  the  advent  of winter , the chilled wind  brought

  Memories  of  the old  snowballs,

Thrown  and  caught  with  excitement….

With me ,you  and  few friends  to  play on!


The soft softies  that  melted  slowly  within,

 Freezing  and  numbing  our voice,

as  we licked  and  

Still  the  fun never went  dim…










In the woods where we walked ,

Many times we got deserted  and lost,

Screaming and  yelling  each other’s name,

We often got reunited  in minutes of forlorn ….


The street to the downtown goes  straight,

Often  reminds  of  our innumerable games ,

 Cycling to the end of the world,

We dreamt …

“We would never separate”, we claimed…


The golden ,silvery chilling days…

Are now gone and are  lost ,

in the sands of time  …

like  the morning white frost!


The softy in my hand melts  away ,

The street looks lonely without  our games,

Often  now when  we  are lost ,

There’s  no one to shout and  beckon forth.


Those  days of innocent  childhood,

Which  had  different colors  of hue,

Shall never be back again,

Once vanished in the blue…


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  1. So true.. those days will never come back :(

    • Yes! like the softy that melts away! our childhood just gets away!

  2. Innocence lost…

    • true Ekaterina! those times and the innocence is precious and should never be lost with time!

  3. I didn’t have a very good childhood BUT the best times I had we’re around cold drinks and ice cream as a child!

    • Iam glad this brought you back memories of your some of the good times of childhood Jasmine! hope u r child has a beautiful childhood and u will fill his memories with more joy! which u have missed!

  4. Sweet memories! Beautifully done Soumyav! I was entertaining changing my blog site to the one you have also chosen it brings the life of the words and the images shared to life. It looks really good!

    • Thank you Wendell! The innocent childhood always is like a sweet memory and is cherished forever…

  5. those days of innocent childhood gone and are lost

    in the sands of time

  6. isnt it a cycle?..we become childlike in our old age…atleast thats what I thought…thats my only hope for the future :)

    • yes Raunak ! its a cycle,but we can keep our innocence alive in hearts and can remain such for the whole life

  7. Beautiful nostalgia

  8. Lovely lines., Soumya. Reminiscing the childhood.. Softy is still my favorite. :-) It’s so strange that as a kid all you want is to grow up and behave like adults. And as an adult all one can ever wish and hope is to go back to relive those childhood days!

    • Human nature,we always crave for what we have lost or dont have… :-)

  9. A pleasing portrayal of childhood days. Nostalgic memoirs of bygone years cherish throughout the life.

    • Thank you Sir for sharing your precious view and for the kind words.

  10. So very true. Another beautiful story.

  11. Beautifully described and reminded of Child-hood days. very pleasing.

    • Iam honoured to have you here and happy that you did feel connected to it!

  12. Reblogged this on friends and commented:
    what a softy.. <3

  13. I felt a smile reading this….brought back some fond childhood memories…riding bikes and licking softy…yummmm. I have never experienced snow, though i wish i could.
    Your poetry is too cute! :)

    • :-):-) lucky Iam to see smile on your face! and relive the memories

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