Life's Journey

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Sometimes I feel lonely, sometimes its been quite,

Sometimes I feel from inside, something's not just right.

They say you are serious, you have grown mature,

But they are unaware, they don't know there is more.

Deep inside in my heart, I feel to be childish again,

With fake smile and apparent joy, its been a real pain.

Once again I want to sleep in my mother's caring lap,

Once again I want to be that mischievous school chap.

I want to ride my Papa's back and feel like king of the world,

I want to listen to Grandma's stories that just got me puzzled.

Fighting with my siblings was much more the real fun,

And sometimes those fights led to my rosy red hippy buns.

But now I am left with to take responsibilities and do work,

I feel is it what is life? I feel to be a jerk.

But I wait for some surprises, that I get now and then,

Those prove to be some crests among life's many glen.

I wait for the moments when life gives me a push,

I think I lead my life in one such ambush.

I believe one day will come that will end up all agony,

Then me quiet and lonely self will complete my life's journey.

Good Old Days...

We all were busy in our lives, when few days back one of my school friends posted a video on ‘School khatam ho raha hai, dosti nahin’ (School is going to end, but not our friendship) depicting a story of five friends having a farewell from their school and how they revisit every memory they have of school. Schooldays when tiffin ka dibba was one treasure chest that was looted in the first period itself and when a teacher with her red face punished us all and even punishments were merrier with friends beside us, all of us sharing smiles with hands up. That video left me nostalgic and once again each of our classmates were active and sharing their memories of their schooldays- how we were the lives of each other and used to make classes lively.

Everyone just walked down their memory lane and remembered how annual functions were a fun ride with teachers trying to align each and every footstep of performances with hawk eyes, how fetes organized brought us to satisfaction by giving stern looks to services of the same teachers who used to give us one, and the last day of school which left us all emotional and ended with a bang.

The one with cute looks was poked and mischievous one was blamed. The one to ruin group photographs was taken over by the group and the bookworm was mocked. The teachers’ best dialogues and acts were remembered and the reactions were just awesome. This little conversation reminded us all for those good old days we had of fun and frolic that just could not be forgotten. Although we don’t know whether we would ever be going to meet again together, but we certainly have that connection that even distances couldn't break.