SHADOW PLAY

In my childhood days

it was my hobby

watching my shadows.

I was fond of my obedient  shadows.

When I stood like a statue

my shadow too stood rooted like the statue.

The moment  I started walked

my shadow too obeyed me.

The moment I started

 jumping up in the air  

my shadow too jumped up like me.

While I used to dance,

my shadow too danced with me.

Those were days

I was all mischiefs to my parents, grand parents ,

 uncles and aunties and my friends.

From Childhood to middle-age

There is a long bridge to cross

and from middle-age to old age

there is an extension of that bridge.

Michiefs of childhood and teenage gave way

to seriousness and maturity .

Those were the days

when I forgot my shadows

or lost interest in

looking at my shadows  

with life  getting more and more hectic and busy

where the hell do I get

a chance to watch my shadows?

But

one day when I was blessed with  

bit of a treasure of leisure time

to my shock and dismay

accidentally I watched my  shadows.

My childhood days

revisited me

for some minutes.

While I was standing rooted to the ground,

I saw my shadow

walking away to somewhere

with mounting embarrassment.

 I played a joke by

sitting in the chair

and noticed my shadow

instead of sitting up

started jumping up in the air.

While I made

gyrated movements

I saw my shadow sitting comfortably in the chair.

The unexpected, unpredictable

movements of shadows

my disobedient shadows

made me feel frightened.

Since then, uptill now

I never, ever tried

shadow watching.

These are days

even your shadows deceive you

I think so..