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Transition to adulthood

As the darkness of the night
creeps into a part of the globe,
the creatures are let to drowse
and fly in their dream lands
where there is glory, there is fame,
there is happiness, there is light.

But in the real world at night,
there is nothing but silence,
the calm and fresh breeze,
many thoughts to race upon,
much more to mumble along,

and sometimes you could
even catch a silly tune,
that brings teenage days
in your heart, a tear or two to shed,
upon the absence of freedom,
upon the presence of bondage,
upon the missed romance,
and old excuses that were
once effective to free yourself

away from burden,
away from work,
away from pain,
misunderstanding, suffering,

the tiny things
that you felt immensely
happy upon,
The pounding laughter
even for nothing could make
you feel a hero then,
but now a clumsy clown,
with less of smiles,
and more commitments,
with less time to relish
and more to make money,
to grow competitive,
to feel jealous, mistaken,
to feel left alone,
to feel good-for-nothing,
and to be miserable.

There was a time when
losing in a game of squash
did'nt mean much to you,
but now, losing a moment
of time for your loved one
impacts your heart with sadness.

There was a time when,
despite your mother's call
you played along till dark,
not feeling a tinge of tiresomeness.
But now, after an hour's work,
you feel weakened and tired.

There was a time when,
you would see the bird's flight
and follow it thus spreading
your arms wide, running along merrily,
but now, do you ever even
look up to the sky?

See how the transformation
takes place,
from small to huge,
from affection to hatred,
from friendship to jealousy,
from love to lust,
from happiness to misery,
from childhood to adult hood,
Is this the way to mature,
to grow,to shine and to thrive?

Comments

  1. definetly if some one has grown this way then he must be an immature person. He is grown for sure but only physically not mentally. Very touching one.

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What writing means to me...

As lonely as a cloud, as boring as boredom itself, I was. I grew up as a typical child at school but a very hefty one, I am still the same. I managed to cheer people with my innocence but did not manage to make happy friends to last a lifetime because of my gross physique. I couldn't play as I had no playmates at home and my only hobby was to sit and watch tv.

When I was studying in kindergarten, I used to visit a nearby shop with my dad. My dad was busy shopping for groceries and I engaged myself in observing things around me. The people who had mixed emotions that outshone on their faces, an old man cycling with a lot of strain, probably getting back home, the lady vendor with her dirty saree pinned up to her waist and squatting on the floor, selling vegetables, the autowala bargaining with his potential customer, the green trees which arched high with its countless leaves, the flowers that smile at me on the road side, happy child…