Vintage Wrinkles

Ringing the melodious tunes,

The Merry Month comes by.

Swift the winds flows by the dunes,

enchanting glitters in the sky.

With lights dimming around

and bells ringing their soothing sound,

O, there he comes with gifts so many.

I wish he leaves for me any.

And I wake up with dance of joy,

finding that he left behind a toy.

Nothing could induce more smile

but playing with it for a thousand mile.

Faded the childhood grew 

and steady the maturity screw.

While all grew, bigger with mind and smaller with heart.

Happiness doomed like an empty placard!

Unleashing the prevalent demons,

I wish I could go back again,

to the childhood which seems so bright.

Dig into dreams and dive into gaiety,

and join Santa's sleigh for a ride.

While innocence is the sweetest honey,

maturity is the overpowered poison - Sid :)