In Search Of The Blue Boy! Poem by Ashika Murali Acharya

I met him when I was two,
He told me that he was too.

We merried around with our hush and rush,
Laughed out loud in the swings and fields,
Till the sun goes hiding in the snowy clouds
Oh yes, he was black or blue,
It never made any difference though,
He was my friend and not any foe,
We played in puddles and hung by trees,
He saved me from all fall and freeze
Mighty strong, I thought he is.
So he was all whom I did know,
My lone blue friend he was so,
To play a game of hide and seek.

Nights went by and days passed off,
They said now I am big enough,
And one day, I was sent to a place so grave,
To learn to live in the so called world,
School -they called it by that name.
Thought my blue friend would be here,
I looked for him every where,
But, may be, he wasn't big enough,
To be taught to live in the so called world.

Tales from granny amused us oft,
Stories of the blue skinned lord were told,
We heard them all with love and awe.
I missed my blue friend more and more,
Craved to tell him stories so.

But he was still not done with the play,
Hiding some where near or far.

My heart kept searching my long lost friend
In every face that I met all day,
All my love was sealed for him,
For it is just him that I yearned to see.
Don't know when he went so far,
Nor know why he slayed me off.

Time just shed, day by day,
No more I am that chirpy girl,
Who flung by trees and drenched in streams,
A woman, now they call me so.
A meekly girl to a lady though,
In just no time I thought so.

Then one day I found him back,
But he calls me mama now,
With his naughty giggles and rolls,
And those charming hues and cries,
Spreading the joy of a blissful life,
The love that is very naïve and pure,
With a mind so joyful and glee,
Distant from the pains of a scripted life,
In an ever deceiving world's strife.

I could see my blue friend back,
In each laugher of my little one.

'A pristine mind and a pure heart,
Filled with beauty and sheer love,
Is all that I crave my old buddy '
Said my blue friend with all his charm,
Oh! With that mystic smile of his,
Capturing the depths of eternity,
With his gaze so divine and tone so sweet
He sat by my side and continued,
'I nestled with you all along,
But I stumbled and fell,
When you didn't look inside you,
Blinded by the virtues of deceptive world,
The beauty in you got brushed away.
I am engraved in your soul,
From womb to your grave,
Seek for me deeper,
In each of your pace,
With a soul free of stains,
And a love flooded heart,
Just like the innocence,
In the smile of your child,
Untouched by the petty games of this place'

Oh! I woke up from my slumber,
Felt my little one cuddling to me,
No, that was not just a dream,
Truly I did have my friend,
Who played in the puddles and hung by trees! !