Why am I so idle today?
When I ruminate of the days swayed,
I wonder, of the dad’s cup of tea in d morning,
Reaching the bus fuddling and falling...
Each step was immaculate and clear
It was the life at home, tranquil and placid
In the shell of mom n dad appositely flaccid,
Dregs of reminiscences enchant me,
Though today I am just a little far
But still the distances seem so large,
Living today, last days of my teens,
I feel the soreness of hurtling ahead is umpteen
