These are the days of autumn,
When leaves fall and trees go bald.
Its when ur skin goes dry
And u gotta apply coldcream.
These are days when fun, frolic-filled days are a thing of the past.
Unlike college days, also a thing of the past.
Friends are scarce and have also been a farce.
When cousins u grew up with, in the farm-yards and tree-tops
Are entwined in 'the' life so 'busy'
When u meet, everything is but a facade.
The innocent, playful summer days
And teenage wonderyears spiralled round conversations till 12 midnight,
Are all gone.
Now midnights everybody resigns to bed,
As silence dawns and the clock strikes 12.
These are serious times- of career and life.
When questions float in your head like oil in a pan
And lofty life ideas and ideals dilute in the thick of reality
A slow vision dawns-- everyman and everything in his/her place of mediocrity
The vision is clear, they say... than ever before.
These are times when parents want to settle u down
And tie u forever in a nuptial (what!) knot
Those things an Indian girl would know,
Caught in a timewarp of contemporary upbringing, world-views and yet INDIAN ROOTS.
These are times when grandparents are going (some gone)
They leave behind childhood memories, their dentures and stories hold 'em behold
The ever-tender-loving-care too.
While everything looms blue,
Nothing's changed except the world around you.
Its time to run. Its time to fly.
Its time to BE a butterfly.
Its time to see the eternity that never changes:
The sun still rises
The monsoons leave puddles behind
The fields go green
And the stars shine bright.
Dont let things get to u
Dont get caught in the mundane rut
There is money to make and goals to achieve
But let one thing remain and reign
Let one thing forever stay
The innocence of the heart that flutters with the butterfly
And gazes at the stars with overwhelming wonder
Let the train rides be fun as ever... peep out the door and let ur hair loose
Hold hands of friends and run in a merry-go-round
Sing nursery rhymes loud and clear
Eat ice-cream like its gonna melt in a second
And eat chocolates like teeth were not ur care
Cos when u turn 25 you would not feel ol'
For the body grows ol', the heart- younger.
Kick ur feet up in the air, stay a kid, forever!
Stay!!! Forever Young!!
Len Deighton - The Bernard Samson series
1 year ago