Memories

In the nights of deepest calm,
I often wander, to memories warm;
it's a never ending phase,
which stays constant with time and space.

A school bus, and hairs short;
the tidy form, an hanky for snot.
Felt like a fight, for reasons unknown;
still, a slap, when nails got shown.   

A race, some cards, and cricket;
a few fractures, and a leave ticket.
Are times, I remember those;
teary fights, and mother's console.

A first kiss,
and being totally amiss;
reminds me, of innocence,
that I long; forfeit.

In the nights of deepest calm,
I return, with face lukewarm;
it's a never ending phase,
which only grows, in time and space. 

Ronak