Intoxicated:The Kid Inside

Catch it, catch it. The kids were shouting and dancing around the poor uncooked and alive fowls. The hens would run for their life but one of them would have to sacrifice hers. Either of the lad would always catch one. Today was a no exception. A kiddo with shinny eyes and evil grin caught the golden brown healthy hen. He received his medal of honor in the form of claps by other sweet peers. They were mischievous but still very adorable.

Who doesn’t miss his or her childhood? So do I. I never thought I would be old and mature, and would snub my beautiful history as a child. It was so fun being a toddler. I could pick nose in public and everyone would still kiss me on cheeks. Now I am twenty five plus, few years left to cross the decade line. And believe me; I am not scared to die. But I am scared to death to get old and feeble. Yet, it was gorgeous to be feeble and not old πŸ™‚

When I see really old people I am even scared. The bleaching hair, weakening eyesight, lesser stamina, lesser energy and fears of everything; being old is hard. No wonder people in history were so keen to find a potion so that they can always live younger. The people of today need it even bad. If anyone finds it, please share. I would take the doze twice to get back to the age of innocence, β€œwhen wounded knees were better than the bruised hearts”.

But, no one can help it. God, The Creator and Sustainer has come up with this system. He is all knowing and no one can match His wisdom. He wants us to grow old and finally return to Him; the life cycle. So that He can shower his endless blessings on us. He is Beneficent and Merciful, and I really hope He would forgive me despite of all my mistakes and laziness. And I am so thankful to Him that He has given me the heart of a kid. I hope I remain the same until I die in initial phase of this world.

I still love cartoons, I still like to prick balloons, and I would eat ice cream even when my throat won’t allow. The best, I would take chocolates as a bribe. I am a kid by nature; I don’t want to grow up. Though can’t help with growing old and getting bald … but trust me I am a responsible kid πŸ™‚

if heart is bruised
tears would soon dry
exhale the gloom
smile, let’s hi fi

you are responsible
you are cute
very adorable, and you understand your roots
so cheer up
lets eat chocolates
remember the fudge
just keep faith
its only a phase
would soon be gone
but the kid once dead
would never be back home
so let him cry
i know maturity would defy
but the kid inside, never let him die!

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22 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Sidra
    Dec 01, 2011 @ 10:57:46

    I seriously need inspiration from you πŸ™‚
    This is seriously something awesome
    I don’t have words to express my feelings for it
    Hats off Bhai πŸ™‚

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  2. M. Fareed Arif
    Dec 02, 2011 @ 13:15:06

    Mashallah Mashallah… one again an adoring effort…:)
    Now, I keep checking this web-page every weekend in hope to find something new & interesting and you never disappoint your audience…
    Thanks you. ahmed..!!!

    Reply

  3. Muhammad Hassan
    Dec 04, 2011 @ 12:01:50

    Nice article. Its nice to see your more regularly writing. I hope to see some more short articles from you on deeds or habits and how it changes people around us; for example, now I keep my car stopped even if there is no other car coming from any side but my signal is red. Some people break the signal, but others see me and couple of others stopped and wait for the signal to go green. We really need to pick small things and start at that.
    P.s. read your second last para, you missed out some capitalization πŸ™‚

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  4. rabiatahir
    Dec 04, 2011 @ 14:38:07

    Very much relate’able πŸ™‚ the poetry touches deep indeed!

    Reply

  5. mekaal
    Dec 04, 2011 @ 15:58:28

    you could pick your nose as a kid?? boi u r missing the essence of life… i feel sorry to hear that πŸ˜›

    Reply

  6. Saba
    Dec 04, 2011 @ 17:11:39

    Liked this it was simple and heartfealt =)

    Reply

  7. Sobia
    Dec 04, 2011 @ 17:23:58

    this is very sweet and cute……made me remember by childhood!!!

    Reply

  8. Muhammad Shafique
    Dec 05, 2011 @ 00:53:48

    Nice motivational poetry πŸ™‚

    Reply

  9. Yasir Rizwan Saqib
    Dec 05, 2011 @ 02:21:19

    In history, people had to be imprisoned to produce this kind of literature. Now we send them to Saudi Arabia.

    This kind of stuff surely needs meditation.

    Reply

  10. sumera
    Dec 07, 2011 @ 15:23:48

    Someone said: If you carry your childhood with you, you never become older.
    so you dont need a potion… just a change in thought πŸ™‚

    Reply

  11. Syed Jamal Mustafa
    Dec 17, 2011 @ 18:23:15

    cute one thakur πŸ™‚
    great execution, keep uttering πŸ™‚

    Reply

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