By RIMANSANHA O NAJIAR
When the street seems huge with our tiny feet?
The usual streets are intensely saturated,
It contrasts with what appeals to my sight at those moments
But a vigilant mind proscribed my memory from shape-shifting.
When our slippers are worn for airborne?
It slides on but it will never slide off youth.
If ever I could refund money for time,
I'll work to earn and earn back the lost time.
When the building stays low so the sky could come to us?
A bridge of thread and a hanging paper stick set sail to the sky.
The captain’s home is the boundless sky.
Set sail and bring back a message to unite.
When a plastic bottle become an hourglass to seek with?
Without the seeker, it's a treasure to retrieve.
If you're caught, you carry a burden to explore.
So we hide away from the seeker but not our treasure.
When shiny spheres strike down a planet?
Disperse from its orbit with only a strike from my finger,
Pockets rumble as it’s filled with the realm that we capture.
We are conquerors of the universe in our golden days.
When a conical carved wood is recoiled by a rope?
It spins and dances but will later collapse.
We are too young to recognize what it meant in life.
For we all need to recoil when we are down to the ground.
When art is drawn from a stone?
It’s a pencil for the street that inspires artists.
A square is drawn and numbered for us to leap into,
It drew our childhood and counted our years.
When we live to chase and pop soap bubbles
And where balloons are meant to lift off our despair?
A balloon filled with water terrified me.
It's war when someone is soaked by it.
When school days make you homesick
And at home, you'll be missing your classmates?
Learning something is quicker with teardrops;
A stick and a red mark on our thigh pave a perfect future.
When walls are theatre to be entertained with?
The shadow cast on the walls has many roles and figures;
They cast stories for the dark to be alive.
Our hands take time to form a figure that will soon be alive.
When life is simple for a broken branch to be our weapon?
Dirt on us says we are having the best time of our life.
Fishing with my late uncle is the best gift I had,
I wish to travel back in time to meet him once again.