i wish...

I wish to see them again, beautiful days.
Sitting at the doorsteps of my old Kerala home.
Sipping up black coffee while it rained.
I remember, at 9 I had no sense of life.
I wish to see them again.

Sitting beside my father; reading newspaper.
I would look outside the train, at the world passing by.
Mountains, trees and flowers, sun and the rain.
I sat looking at them, while I ate food from my mother's hand.
I wish to see them again.

With million stories, I dreamt endlessly.
Nothing as such, I can’t do now .
But I assumed nothing about life as it is to see now.
I lived those days through no answers to seek.
I wish to live them again.