IS THAT YOU...?

Is That You..?

The murmur of scold while I play in Mud

The Paining Feel when I spill my Blood

Jubilant joy; mutter when I my first Word...

The sense of defeat when in class I am Third...

The brawl with dad at my pick of Shoe...

Is That You..?

Is That You..?

At my first peddle, the sign of Relief...

The creative dream on my music by a Leaf...

The scare in character at frequent wrangles of Mine...

The caring kiss on my face which is just Fine...

The cryptic love for me that I never Knew...

Is That You..?

Is That You..?

The shying blush when in eyes of her I Look...

The delight while on phone for hours I Cook...

Gladden, when with her I walk the Town...

Serenity while next to me she in wedding Gown...

The words of her talkative eyes though they are Few...

Is That You..?

Is That You..?

The solacing touch on forehead when from out I Return...

The support to me when at once upside down I Turn...

The comely watch at my image, when at me looks my Kid...

The Proud in feel when I didn't excel and my child Did...

The felicitous witness each time my baby Grew...

Is That You..?

Is That You..?

I actualize the 'you' being the think of my Thought...

Giving life to all that I always yearn to Long...

Here I Compose my, these reckons to a Song...

To me I again ask Who...

Is That You..?

WHY DID I....

career to brighten, home I left...

Effacing the childhood playful deft...

Converted college to home in a while...

Ensuring the best section of my FILE...

Realized penny to earn as I trace the age…

It was pain turning this page of college…

But sometimes I think....

Why did I

The classroom turned into Bay soon...

Lectures flipped into managers, seniors tune...

Blasts at you for the error you didn’t do...

Rewards for the toil that you never knew...

Burn candle at both ends; others take the light...

Raised voice goes dumb to accept other side of right

This intact mystery named as 'a corporate...'

Glue to it, live, learn and you accelerate...

Roots of bonds here go firm and tall

Home stays silent back grasping its downfall…

But sometimes I think...

Why did I…

By the time you smell the intimacy…

You shift; a victim of tempting higher currency...

Love is superficial; once loved, now never even you miss...

Loving none but ourselves is a proved bliss...

But yes sometimes I think...

Why did I…

You turn back to see rest walking the other way...

Aging time, defeats making here you stay...

Why instead of talking within; I pen...

These strange thoughts knock in me when...

Sometimes I think....

why did I…

A NAP....

I sit with an unknown thought to pen down

Amend my place from a chair to a calm lawn

Witty? Romance? No its emotion I rethink.

Not lucid about something that I can ink...

As confused when I first heard her talkative eyes...

that may heat in this ice...

 a soothe even in Danger...

my thought, now, a known stranger.

I pen this line with respite in my breath...

words, still dark as Death...

See her legs how they can dance...

Elegant she is, at her I glance

saw, smirked at me as a joke...

At my wacky face, lungs that smoke

This time I try my pen on the side of glee

a blank; something pricking inside me

Pen is numb when thoughts around me they gather

These futile lines keep my ballet untidy; I bother

Pooped I revert back to nip coffee in the cup

I raise my hands and I give up

Tomorrow is an usual day as a busy Teen...

As yesterday hugging the very routine...

Between Think and ink intact still is the gap
glad, for i had this nap

The Child In You....

Dressed well, behavior sculpted, face gets the trim

Act so disciplined, but are we really so grim
Professional life adapted, sorry, thank you comes at ease.
And Say ‘excuse me’ disturbing than the sneeze.
Analyze character, judge all others behavioral dance
Neither time nor yearn for the self inner glance.

Reduce the pace, calm; sit for a moment in the dark.
And see how melodiously the ‘inner you’ bark…
Little games in the evening when we used to gather.
Those days when we had nothing to bother.
The struggled ‘road’ this long you walked on
Holding hands of your people, who are now gone.
The girl, who was just fine, you had crush.
Glance this line, you may start to blush

Old men sit and are soon recalling
And slowly as our hair is graying
We hear that siren of youth playing
Saying that our childhood is calling

So even though we may learn as we grow
Keep the ‘inner child’ that we were years ago.