Life was great
When I was immature
It turned gloomy and dark
With maturity's spark

I didn't had questions back then
Now I have millions
No one bothered me much
Now everyone *****

I was in my own world
Ans now I'm lost in emotional spur
I had no friends to call mine
When I had, they lost with time

It was just one thing that never changed
My bond with pen and diary
That very thing which stayed
Neither hurt me nor played....