Poem of Innocence

I reminisce lying on slope
alone, solemn at local park..
mind drifting to era when I clung to lollipop!

When at the break of dawn
A sumptuous hackney
used to fetch me to school from home..

Days of selfless, innocent friendship
everyday tussles, good-spirited pacts
carelessly hopped around dangling hand in hand
along old deserted rail tracks...

At school used to hop on last bench
prattling about movies, sports 3 hours at stretch..

it was fun, fabricating some nasty trick
which made us feel 'we have taught lesson to prick! '

Along we played informal cricket
boys had real fun when any girl got hit-wicket.

Munching together snacks in recess-time
girls joined us and we duetted rhymes!

Why all better things are bound to get abrupt end?
My mind is still suffused with blissful memories
but abstinence causes my insides mutate beyond mend..

conventions !

I hate conventions!
I do hate conventions! !

Caged is creativity..
Irate becomes innovativity..

I hate conventions!
It's exasperating
It's frustrating
Rust-enhancing
Talent-annihilating

I hate it...
revolving around Black-Hole 'standards'
I hate it...
causes discrimination of being 'avant-garde'

Art is for expression
For thought-emanation
For beautiful imagination

Nothing is hideous in field of art
all unify, blend and makes...
Jigsaw puzzle's missing part!