Daydream it was, when i slid the first paper boat into the puddle when it rained. The pearls were shinning like diamonds and it was all to be lived for that day when i needed nothing , it was just the innocence and childishness that took me away.
Sweet mischief it was when i stole mangoes from the court yard of my neighbours , but i am glad anyway that i haven't turned into a thief , maybe it was the just serenity of that age that set me free.
Objectionable it was, when fingers raised towards me to be mature and they said, "stop behaving like a child!" I fought till the end to not to lose the child within me but hats off to the charisma of wonders of pomp and show dipped in a tub full of lie that stabbed the sweet child and ignited me to grow.
Miserable it was, to see for me people faking smiles at every crossroad ever day passing by.
Still Insane it was to see the silver lining on the darkest days when a friend in need was a friend indeed was by my side.
But heartbreaking it was, to see that friend walking away from me who once used to be my pillar at every setback in my life.
Still life kept on scolding me to grow,
And then..
Enchanting it felt, to see someone's eyelid was made for you to cry when you feels ripped apart.
Peaceful it felt, to cuddle with the hands of someone who was not a stranger by now anymore.
When Calmer you feel deep inside then more big stones come to your way then,
As..
Heavy it was to accept, that little did they know someone kept on waiting every single Second for them.
Wanderer I felt deep within who was carefree in his silly thoughts for that someone who didn't look back at me.
Reckless I became to see if they are coming to embrace me.
Wondering if I really need them?
And then..
Disaster it was, to see what I was and what I have become in such a short span of time.
To the little things that I hold on to now and back then to the things for which I was carefree.
Catastrophic it felt, in the days of the end of the eternal youth, to see myself completely lost in the world of full of people who have become mere robots, dying of hunger, guilt, depression and addiction.
And now when I am stuck,it's a world that I don't belong to. They don't know me and I don't know them,i don't know for what they are here and they don't know what for I am surviving.
In the middle of this, no one cared whether I was happy for a single while or did I just keep on pretending? While going through all the emotions, it never felt surreal to be me because I was only me in the long gone period of my childhood.