The moment

I call it a moment,
When a child with tearful eyes looks at another one
and let's out a broken smile..
To realize that you're not alone;
A sense of belief - Yes, it's the moment.

Those holidays spent at grandparent's;
Being loved and cuddled with stories makes to yearn.
Words of wisdom spoken in deep voice
and those watchful experienced eyes.
The soul yearns to return to that one place on Earth; It's the moment.

Sitting under the old Banyon tree, those afternoons of summer holidays of childhood;
To think of utter truth and gushed realizations of own existence and those of surroundings.
With swelled heart and flooded conscience, it feels euphoric
Still unknown at that age and yet..it was a moment.

With eyes all glued, heart beats louder to own ears,
a few skipped ones maybe, the age of adolescence
Each look and every move with springed feet
Acting all stupid yet, feels World conquering - It was the moment.

I call it the moment with a wide grin
To look up to mom and dad, with a feel of pride
To look someone in the eyes with captivating smile
The most wonderful feeling is to take a sway in silence with World narrowed down just to the one with you.