Those Silly Little Things Poem by Vinayak Manikkedath

Those silly little things
I'm sure
Which makes us happy
Which gives us the drive
To live on
To expect more
When everything seems shady
To see some light in the dark
In such dark moments...
Also, in those pious and pensive moments,
those silly little things
Which makes all the difference...
By silly little things I mean..
That scent of the green garden
Where we spent burrowing
Holes in the soil after lunch..
That mushy scent of the soil
After the first rain...
The color of the drapes through which
The morning sunlight penetrated the
Shades of your eyes...
Those paintings you drew
After years past,
However bad it may have been...
The sound of the radio
Which filled our afternoon naps..
By silly little things I mean,
When mother switched off the lights in the night
Under the blanket
When you and your brother
Whispered stories about cowboys
About being friends with lions and elephants...
About the land of the dwarfs
Where everything was tiny
From houses to ships to planes...
Or under the blanket
When you thought you were more mature
On top of the world
You read detective stories and spy novels
Under the light of hard earned pencil torches...
When your mother made your
Favourite recipe in the holidays
The smell which filled your nostrils
Making the saliva ooze from under your tongue...
The taste of salted raw mangoes
In the scorching heat of the summer holidays..
The cold sticking wet shirt clinging to your skin
In the harsh monsoon rain...
By silly little things I mean....