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.

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