Relapse

My life is a paper picked in air

Carried away by the windy flare

As gentle as breeze, as strong as storm

Mom taught to talk

Dad taught to walk

But it ain’t stop there

I’m told how to comb, not to climb

I’m told not to play but to study

I’m told whom to follow, what to be

Dad seeks an entrepreneur

Mom fixes as doctor, and

Grandpa point’s civil service

A subtle flavour, life is

I don’t know what I want to be

And so I’m an ENGINEER today!

You think this engineer escapes the blow?

Na na na.. stuck in relapse.

My life is a paper picked in air

Carried away by the windy flare

As gentle as breeze, as strong as storm

Dad suggests MBA

Mom says, “At least MS”

Pals nags to work abroad

Best of all,

Oldies keen in turning me a

Scapegoat, for the marriage trail

In such taut, “All is well.. All is well” really helps!

On hitting 25 plus,

More than any hormone change

People around you change drastic

If they ask, “wats ur plan?”

I always wanted to say,

“Get home.. Eat sumptuous and crash”.

But they only like to hear me ambitious

“Be a grownup”, they say!

Tell them you have fallen in love,

Oh! I know it’s hard.. Chuck it.

Instead argue with them, prove them wrong

They complaint, “You are grownup”.

Gosh! When will it all stop

My paper is been carried,

So far, so long time

Leaving it crushed, torn and filled with dirt

Please let it settle down

Let me handle, let me scribble

Whatever the result, better or worse

Something of my own

My life! My realm!