To grow up;always my dream
a childhood desire;tinted with innocence
to stay up all night; i always coveted
a kiddish fancy; garnished with folly
to speak out unhindered; i always relish
fancies of a growth spur; gathered in rebellion
to travel alone; my craziest fantasy
an immature wish; studded with adventure
.....
years rolled by; and my wishes all fulfilled....

....
now that i stand at life's brim;
i miss being a kid.
eyeing my kitchen sink; reminding my ordeal till midnight
i wish i could sleep at 7.
gulping the lies and falling in remorse;
i wish some one spoke for me.
being ****** in to this black hole
i wish some one would pull me out of blues.
why did every single one of my wish came true?
if not:
it would not have been so worse;
to grow up and realize;
that life cannot rewind and pause;
that you cant sit back and replay it
that life is just a kite
you keep holding on the string
and life it sways by the wind
pull it hard - and the string snaps
you keep holding on the string
while gravity engulf its mane
tracing it back to earth
tattered and torn to pieces.
but gone are the childhood fancy to solve the jigsaw
and hence i abandoned the task
cursing an unseen fairy godmother....
for making my wishes come true.....