Submissions by Sanyam

When we will all belong to the worse part,
"The Adulthood"
We would sigh and turn back to memory lane;
Realise that we all were here;
The classes, the window, the fixed corner ,
the library and laboratory.
Too busy to live our lives;
Preparing stories for a painful nostalgia of future,
We had laughed till we cry;
The way we used to just screw the sadness.
We had moments where we said "Shit I was so stupid"
And even "Shit I was so sensible".
We had friends of every contrast and colour ;
Though bit of satanic...

Thoughts have been devastating to me,
Calendar had never been dreadful recently;
Beautiful things had lost their meaning
And a shit called sense took over it.
And then
I saw my shoe lying chaotically with their laces still tied
And then the shoe philosopher said
You still don't care about the things and you are still not completely messed,
You still don't give a shit to things
You will never grow serious
You will never live monotonously.

A bit of index to scratch,
Search comfort,change sides,
Creases on the sheet,
Try harder,
Think,make it worse.

You are what you meant to be,
You would be what you don't plan to be,
Regrets?Yeah sure,quite a lot,
What would you choose for them:
Excuses or explanations.

"I hate when you say that
I never fight for you."
Well, lines of a song.
But,what are they doing here,
At this uninviting time.

What are you short of?
Promises,
People to make promises;
Love,
People to make love,
Dreams,...