muniya re muniya

I jumped into the bus with my elder brother. I did not know where were we going. I did not know how to catch a bus. I still do not know. All I knew was we were going to a place where my elder brother had to work as a mason. The bus was inundated with people of all kinds. I had to be seated somewhere nearby the driver. My brother kept standing. I was not alone attuning.  I wore a dull pajama and a red sweater. That's all I had to bundle up myself against the possibility of cold in the capricious weather of Himachal Pradesh. And God only knows why my hair shone high due to over-oiling. My forehead too. The movement of the bus was incipient. And the eventual trembling. The bus moved through the curves of roads tempestuously as if with a vengeance. I had to make a balance. So with all my innocence I was moving to and fro with the motion. And in that process, my head swayed back and forth and touched a lady's Dupatta who was sitting right behind me. A few times it was not

The early cuckoo Cued in my sleep I leaped in my shorts And ran out to the deep. He gave a poor throw I caught it with a brilliance Once the bat had hit it far Saying goodbye & a good riddance. We made the ball From the cloth and socks No windows to break No watches, no clocks. At the tenth ray of the sun We had to run  From our Cricket's street To embrace Amma's soft beat. The days and nights hopped around Those were my lunchbox days As I see back from my window The sea waves are roaring loud, Whispering in is the childhood sound.