Another day with your picture in my mind,
Still stays through it all
Every second with your memories I fall.
The face of yours is as real as my heartbeats inside my chest,
I’m intoxicated by your love, being a warrior with a hard shelled vest.

Till now in my life, I’ve been through hardships up & down.
Look at these segments of contemporary Human celebrating festivals each time they fall.
It’s quite a luck? They’ve decorated this beautiful Town.
I was born to live as my life strokes bright.
Loosen your arms around your loved one tight.
She’s not here yet, but she’s been here..
Came back from wet ****** wounds and survived,
What do you call a child who is scared of water still dived.
Always been the playground instructor,
Always been the last desk holder.
Thin & ugly !
Now I’m against anything that bounds any belief,
New era of this scrutiny holds an grief.
I’m into new world of justice.

I used to believe in good old days,
Still concerned about the little ways.
To get back in my childhood era.
Those uncountable acquaintances,
Now they are just faded faces.
Buzzing around oftentimes,
I do look at them with all my gracious Rhymes.
Those long sandwalks, I heard many voices & those preacher talks.
Standing on the top of a pile,
I saw the world with my pure human eyes.
My incapability of not performing as others,
Don’t forget we came from different mothers.
Though the course may be disturbingly fascinating,
Spot you there at the end of the lives you kept devastating.
I walked clean and I did no mean.
There was nothing to fear, but one day someone molested me who was so near.
Crippled inside myself that night,
Was so devastated couldn’t spoke a word inspite.
Moments still glare, dig in your knife so that you can pare.
Shadows no more controls me,
I fiercely play with them, and still move freely.
Enjoyed every bit just like my first bicycle wheelie.
I did both,from playing with slum folks to slept like a sloth.
Now I miss my never ending era.
Entered my puberty,
with little bit of curiosity
To not to have those thoughts control authority.
I was wild, a state called child.

Towards sorrow,
I bade morrow.