#childhood

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  • priyank_ag 12h

    Childhood

    LET ME THINK
    OF WHAT I SHOUD THINK
    SHOULD I THINK OF THE MOVEMENT WHICH I ALWAYS MISS
    OR SHOULD I THINK OF THE MOVEMENT WHICH COULD NOT BE LIVED
    BOTH THE THOUGHTS ARE SAME
    AND MY CHILDHOOD IS THE BEST MEMORY EVER FRAMED.
    WELL CHILDHOOD IS THE THING WHICH EVERYONE WILL MISS
    AND IN THIS, I AM INCUDED TOO
    BECAUSE CHILDHOOD WAS THE ONLY TIME WHERE LIFE WAS PERFECT AND UNQUESTIONED TOO
    LIKE FROM WHERE WE WENT TO WHAT WE DO??
    EVERYTHING WAS SO EASY
    AND CONSCIOUS ABOUT THE FUTURE LOOKS AND APPEARANCE WAS LIKE A SUBJECT
    WHICH WE NEVER TRIED TO LEARN AND KNEW.
    THOSE WERE THE DAYS OF HAPPINESS, WITH NO SPOT OF SADNESS
    AND UNENDING MADNESS ETCHED IN OUR HEARTS.
    THOSE WHERE THE GOLDEN DAYS WHERE OUR MOTHERS LAPS WAS ALL OUR WORLD
    AND THE WALLS OF OUR HOUSES TELL HOW INNOCENT AND CREATIVE WE WERE.
    BUT NOW WHEN I LOOK AT THOSE DAYS
    ALL I AM LEFT WITH TEARY EYES
    BECAUSE ALL THOSE DAYS HAVE GONE
    AND ALL OUR REAL SMILES ARE FAKE
    WITH NO SPARK OF DELIGHT TO TAKE
    ITS THE HAPPINESS WHICH WE LACK NOW
    BECAUSE THOSE WHERE THE DAYS WHERE LOVE AND JOY WHERE THE THINGS WHICH WE KNEW
    BUT NOW, ONLY ANGER AND SADNESS ARE THE THINGS WHICH GREW
    ALL I HAVE TO SAY IS THAT I HAVE STARTED MISSING MY LIFE AS A KID,
    HEARING MY PARENTS VOICE SAYING YOU WILL SOMEDAY SEE,
    YOU WILL WISH YOU APPRECIATED, AND STRIVED ACADEMICALLY
    CHILDHOOD WAS THE BEST EVERYONE SAY,
    I WONDER WHY CAN'T WE LIVE THOSE MOVEMENT AGAIN,
    WHY CAN'T WE FORGET THE PAIN
    AND LIVE BACK ONCE MORE, ONE MORE DAY.........

    ©priyank_ag

  • sonu99 1d

    SIBLINGS

    The lens through which we can see our childhood,the joy and amusement,friendly strife and competition with love bounded by connection of soul and heart is growing up with SIBLINGS.
    ©sonu99

    10/04/2021

  • inkandfable670 1d

    The subway is moving continuously on its track :
    A series of memories is flashing without any break ,
    That pillow fight, talks of mid-night ,games we played
    Along with cousins ,the moments I shared ,

    My craving after getting the aroma of granny's dish,
    'I wish I could stay here forever ' , was my only wish,
    I'm gonna miss all those gratifying hours,
    Compassion of granny, scolding of grandfather ,
    Although I knew, I have to come back

    Yet the detachment aches so bad,
    Days have passed smoothly but swifter
    And now it's time to bid farewell,
    My tearful eyes are ready to roll them down ,

    My journey is over now I'm in hometown;
    No matter how much love ,care you receive here
    No matter how much you want to live here forever,
    At the end ,we have to go back to whom we belong ,

    May be, this is the reason why the GOODBYES
    are formed.

    ©inkandfable670

    It's is a light reminiscence of my summer vacation which I used to spent at my nani's( maternal grandparents) home ..

    P.C. : Pinterest

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    May be, this is the reason
    why GOODBYES are formed .

  • rahul_govindan 1d

    "Love what you do ; Love yourself"

    It was during class 2 - the first conversation,
    between me and art.
    Her notebook had a Mickey Mouse as the label,
    "Can you give me that note?", I asked her with a cold feet.
    Those twenty to thirty minutes remain immortal till date.
    "It's nice ��", "Good work da" - first words of appreciation ❤️

    Years rolled by, and I joined drawing class,
    Amidst many other choices.
    Now, being a 17 year old lad, I stare at quite a few works,
    Which is almost four to five years old, those little ones,
    And all I do is 'smile' - reminiscing those delightful moments.

    I am that type of a person, who loves staring at realism,
    ( Making a piece of art realistic ), but hardly likes doing it.
    From nowhere, the arrival of Covid - 19, made me do this one.

    Every stroke was nothing but an experience,
    And sowed the seeds of self esteem.
    - G RAHUL.


    P.S :

    I knew - this isn't a platform to show,
    "What you're good at", but to show,
    "What your thoughts are capable of"

    A few asked me to show some of my artwork,
    And caption it. This post is specially for you guys ❤️


    With love - �� ����������. ��



    #art #paint #love #childhood #memory #reel #real
    #covid #mirakee #wod

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    ©rahul_govindan

  • pandichitra_r 1d

    Childhood pics

    Winsome smiles amid of grit and grain ,
    Innocent and carefree I was
    ©pandichitra_r

  • raaghavs 2d

    #childhood# love# frienship# innocence#mystory

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    Cute motivation by a little boy (matured kid ) to his friend

    "When I was of your age " (Just a year back)
    "When I was a student of a teacher who is teaching you this year"
    When I started learning the same English alphabet (a,b,c,d,e..) and numeric count (1,2,3,4,5..) last year
    I used to participate in class in quest round to attain her attention❤️
    I used to love the teaching program as a kid with reward of toys n chocolates (if earned, I used to gift her to see that smile on her face)
    And I used to spend my most of the time in her arms during a break...And after a small date of candy ,cake n juice..
    At the end of a day there used to be a commitment "You are mine"
    And how can I forget a lol reaction of people when I used to tell them that we are in a relationship...
    And they used to say that .."First grow up"
    ©raaghavs

  • porcupine 2d

    The car ride (edited)

    Riding in the car
    From here to there
    It isn't very far but
    For him is rare

    Roll down the window
    Let the air blow
    Such a nice breeze
    On him it flows

    Nothing is the same
    Since he was a kid
    The scenery changed
    And also he did

    The roads are different
    Some now are new
    Buildings erected
    Older ones now few

    His childhood friends
    Now just a thought
    But he never did forget
    What each of them taught

    Secret places to hide
    To just get away
    Talking for hours
    Wasting the day

    To have those days back
    And to not have worries
    Again to see his friends
    Of course he would hurry

    All his memories
    Of growing up with them
    They will never fade
    Each one is like a gem
    ©porcupine

  • anonymously_onymous 2d

    খেলাঘর

    আমার দূরবীণে দেখা যায়...
    তোর ছেলেবেলার খেলাঘর।
    কাটিয়েছি কতো লোডশেডিংয়ে রাত,
    টিউশনে দেওয়া দৌড় হলো যখন ভোর।

    গলিতে খেলা কুমির ডাঙা,
    অপারায়ে কখনো বল পড়লে পাঙা।
    পাড়ার হাওয়ায় মেশা বিকেলের আড্ডার গন্ধ
    "সন্ধ্যে হল... পড়তে বস!"... দরজা হলো সবার বন্ধ।

    বেশ কেটেছিল শীত খেলে ব্যাডমিন্টন,
    কেটেছে গৃষ্য বর্ষা ও বহু ঝর।
    আমার ছবিতে কোথাও লুকিয়ে রয়েছে
    তোর ছোটবেলার খেলাঘর।

    ©anonymously_onymous

  • hoorbanu98 3d

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    *`CHILDHOOD WAS FOR FAITHFUL DAYS♥`*

    It's a matter of those days
    Yes, those delightful days,
    Those miracle days,
    Those days were unforgivable and lyrical.

    The circle of siblings and cousins
    Round with unconditional pureness life
    Found of fairness shine
    Push us living immature sudden fun.

    Where cool one's heel to my home
    When ever they come's my question for them
    Don't go too fast, stay with me longer
    With them was a heaven.

    Once in a day I hugged childhood days,
    Cuddles those cool one's heel blankets
    Those days were not meant for couple of days
    Dailys were care free, loved, enjoyment, traveled..ll

    It's a matter of those days
    Yes, where intention doesn't praise
    Where suggestion stays
    Where tension certainly not portrait.


    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


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    Childhood was for faithful days♥

    ©hoorbanu98

  • passionate_prism 3d

    Childhood full of sorrow

    My best childhood memories are with Grandfather,
    When I was a kid I lost my Father.
    He daily used to help me board school bus,
    Carrying my heavy bag covered with dust.
    Also used to pick me up when I return,
    Closing his confectionery ignoring to earn.
    Cook lunch for me,
    After seeing me he miss dad may be.
    As Mom arrives home after job
    Gradpa returns to his shop.
    Grandma stayed sad for a long time,
    After dad.
    I faced everything alone,
    Which made my mind fully grown.
    I lost my childhood with Dad,
    Now nothing makes me glad.
    While reading this Don’t feel bad,
    As My childhood was very sad.
    @passionate_prism

  • boddobodes 3d

    One of my favorite childhood memories, were that of me and my grandpa,
    He was so fond of three things,
    "Qur'an, me and black tea"
    When the day break or at dusk when grandma is not watching, I will run to my grandpa, holding my favorite rubber cup bought for me by my grandma.
    As I called out "baba hokkam cha'i" in Fulani,
    Meaning, (papa give me tea),
    My grandpa was a lover of black tea no matter how sunny the weather is he will take tea,
    He will happily pour me some tea in my little rubber tea cup, while I sat beside him and listen to him recite the holy Quran,
    Or watch him write arabic beautifully on a wooden plank,
    My grandpa is an Islamic scholar,
    A righteous and intellectual being,
    He had a big palace where people gathered and listened to him peach or recite the holy Qur'an,
    The people respect and love my grandpa,
    Grandpa has a large heart and he is a cheerful giver,
    He will share his tea with anyone and sometimes I cry when he give out the last tea and I have none to drink,
    He will comfort me and say "my wife" if you give, Allah will give you more, and just like magic more tea will come from Grandma and I will be happy again.
    I'm called "grandpa's wife" by all and I would pride myself happily and make grandma jealous.
    I'm grandpa's favorite grand-child,and I was overly pampered and loved.
    My grandpa was my first teacher and he taught me my first arabic word,
    He told me stories that teaches morals and love for humanity,
    From my childhood till grandpa left this sinful world, I have never heared him utter a word without glorifying Allah.
    I can never forget the last day I saw my grandpa after many years apart,
    He cried and hugged me tight and praised Allah for answering his prayers to see me again,
    And he said, if he died today he will die a happy man.
    I was touched never experienced a love so pure and kind.
    The death of my grandpa is the worst day of my life.
    He left me with questions only him could answer,
    He left me with a void no human can ever fill,
    He left me with the last word "always pray"
    He left this world smiling and looking handsome than ever,
    He left me with childhood memories that makes me laugh and cry.
    Anytime I take tea i remember my grandpa and I take tea everyday.



    #writersnetwork #childhood #memories #wod #mirakee

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    Childhood memories

    Me and my Grandpa...
    ©boddobodes

  • anuradha2212 3d

    Childhood

    "Those were the best days", I hear people confess,
    But I differ for I don't recall my childhood days with much fondness.
    So when prompted to pen down those memories,
    I began flipping pages of my weepie, hoping to dig out a few beautiful stories.
    And yeah, I did find some tales of mischief and innocence,
    To begin with, I thought being able to recite correct tables was a sign of my brilliance.
    And I remember shopping for the first day of school
    When I was sure that the blue bag with picture of three hares would make me look cool.
    And even though my parents warned that it was too small to fit all my tool,
    All my perky brain cared about was carrying something beautiful.
    But the bag had to be soon replaced as it was overburdened everyday,
    Under the heavy load, its fragile fabric soon gave away.
    Oh! How can I forget my favourite winter outfit
    That read sweater with ' yes boss' imprinted on it.
    Toys I did not have many, neither do I regret not having them
    Cause I have a lifelong friend in my sister who was my companion in all kind of game.
    That day when I had wept at the fair to get me off the ride even before it had started,
    I was brought back home with a helicopter, a bike and an elephant, all of course battery operated.
    And surprising it may sound but I was not judged or called a coward.
    As I try to recall the name I had given to my favourite doll,
    A thought strikes, maybe my childhood wasn't that bad afterall.
    ©anuradha2212

  • inkandfable670 3d

    A Recall To My Childhood......


    The vision of those day are still visible to my eyes,
    When we unfolded hand and pretended as flying,
    Run madly at night to catch some fireflies,
    Racing of paper boats in monsoon ,
    Smile, after getting a helium balloon ,
    Craziness for candies, love for ice-cream,
    Sometimes became a cause of our beatings ,
    Drenching in rains, splashing water on siblings
    Our heart seeked pleasure even in petty things,
    Cycling in garden ,jumping on trees ,
    Dancing in rain ,craving for mom's maggie ,
    Those fear vibes after watching a horror movie ,
    Our idiocy which made us believed in fantasies ,
    My face is smiling while recalling those phases,
    When my pain got vanished with mom's soothing blow,
    With father, we were always ready to go ,
    It's an age we had only priority that is play ,
    We never got tanned while playing in sunny rays,
    In those days we were careless and free ,
    Fought with friends but never called them enemy ,
    Thousand plans we had create just to bunk school ,
    Oh should I call myself innocent , ignorant or a fool
    Who trusted an old woman stays on that shiny moon.

    ©inkandfable670



    Sorry for my grammatical errors and typos:

    Picture- Pinterest

    #pod #memories
    #childhood #poem
    #poetry #nostalgic
    #thewriterscommunity
    #mirakee #wod
    #freedom #fearless
    #mirakill #thoughts
    #mirakeefamily
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    @writersnetwork thanks for liking my post.

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    Childhood

  • pallavi4 3d

    Memories

    A lot of my fondest childhood memories
    Circle around big blooming summer trees
    Ranging from the flame of the forest
    To the cascades of golden shower trees

    Large leafy gulmohars bearing flowers
    Adorned the avenues of my street
    I remember thinking at that time that
    This must be how heaven would be

    I would play under them by rotation for hours
    With friends who were just as naughty as me
    We would get on our bikes and draw circles
    Around the broad trunks of my favourite trees

    Picnics on Sundays would commence under them
    With tomato sandwiches stuffed with cheese
    I celebrated my freedom inspite of the soaring heat
    Unaffected by the various bugs and bees

    I would come back home from school
    Excited to be a part of this summer treat
    My summer holidays were spent loitering
    And breathing in smells carried by the summer breeze

    The trees gently, mellifluously swayed in the wind
    While the temperature rose by several degrees
    Their red- orange flowers looked like flames
    A fire ablaze in the summer heat

    Those beauteous trees from days gone by
    Still hold such great significance for me
    I always look at the time now long past happily
    Filled with joyous, playful, sweet memories

    @pallavi4

    8th of April, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner - Terrapin Dawg on Flickr

    Yay..... thank you @writersnetwork for the repost! This poem is very close to my heart and I’m thrilled you liked it 🥰

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  • nm_bloggslove_ 3d

    The child in me always smiling,
    Happy and joyful, regardless of the day and night
    Making mud cakes and lots of mess
    Only cuddles and kisses , less of criticisms...

    Making friends and not judging
    Free bird to roam around without plight
    Loved by all , stress-free and cute
    Unknown of the world that forsees her !

    #wod#childhood#memories#childhoodmemories

    @mirakee@mirakeeworld@writersnetwork

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    Childhood!

    ©nm_bloggslove_

  • paradoxicalpenman 3d

    The realization that you are an adult will hit you when either your dreams begin to die gradually or you start living in nostalgia, be it for the past or the future.
    ©paradoxicalpenman

  • lightafterrain 3d

    #memories #childhood #wod


    Through the pages of my childhood memories,
    Reminds me of the world with freedom and peace.
    A room full of stuff toys, covered with dad's limbs,
    lying on the ground looking at the sky,
    Putting hibiscus in my ears
    A bed full of teddy bears.
    Many decades had past
    Memories are made to remind us
    I wish I could go back to the past, to make things last
    Memories gets older and older but it never tires to remind us and
    take care of us.
    As decades pasts, time pasts,
    those time capsules not only contains things,
    it contains memories that made to last.

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    Pages of my childhood

  • adifun_254 3d

    Memories

    Gone are the days of my childhood past
    Days that nothing would matter only happiness and life
    The fact of enjoying the moment not worrying about anything
    Days where dirt was our toys and creativity of modeling with mud
    Smiles that were always bright and any child is a friend
    Days that we could share no matter what
    Days that classes or riches didn't matter
    Days that we found happiness in anything
    The good memories are from my child hood.
    ©adifun_254

  • m_etanoia 3d

    THE LOST SPRING

    Scrolling through my jaded yet not faded
    recollections,
    I stare back at the mini me.
    Her disarming smile
    tends to steal my own heart
    and yet leaves me writhing away
    in despair and agony.

    There is this naive thing in her young eyes,
    They emblazon sky with old lies.
    And her Majestic hands encircle the moon
    in loops that guard her within the cocoon.

    Now her life takes a lurched leap,
    soaking her in the draconian truth.
    Yes I still envy her crooked smile
    and her majestic hands that are now fragile.



    Somewhere between cocking a snock to being a joke herself, she grew up.
    Childhood is the only prism that scatters black into VIBGYOR and reverts itself with growing up.

    #wod
    #memories
    #nostalgia
    #childhoodmemories
    @mirakee
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    #lostspring
    #childhood
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  • sadar_ammar 3d

    A time I wish to go back to

    I used to walk around on the beach after school
    The ground was always filled with huge rocks and sea shells
    The only sound there was was the sound of the waves crushing

    I used to come there with my family listening to music on the way here
    My sisters and I used to sing or dance the whole way here

    My sisters would pick up the sea shells to bring home
    While I'd roam around near the water
    Sometimes I'd run with my sister there
    Shed always run faster than me and,
    It made upset but,

    I miss those times
    Wish it wasn't only a memory to look back to, but
    A time I can go back to
    ©sadar_ammar