Monday, October 12, 2015

Superficial Chase

The castle of our ancestors 
Stands still amidst the fields
Once it recognized 
Our wails, yells, and cries.
The place where we learnt 
To stand, walk n play
The fields, on which 
We rolled, ran and jumped.

Plucked the strands of leaves and flowers
Walked bare on the green grass
Carpeted with the droplets of dew
Sun bathed   in the winter’s noon
Gazed at the stars in the summers
Leaving us mesmerized at the view.

We grew in the lap of nature
Smelling and breathing 
Spurts of fresh air
Diving, floating and swimming
Playing in the pools of water.
We flew far, 
Far away from the countryside
Leaving the pearls of life behind.

The dreams turned real
Monotonous was the life
Chasing the blues of city-life.

Life took a drastic turn
Locked behind the walls
Of the glam world.
Paying for the things, 
We got free
Names were New, 
For the things Old
Gym for Stretches, 
Oxygen Bars for Air.

Today when I stand before the castle
Adding n Subtracting
Accounting the Joys n Sorrows of Life
In close introspection I discovered
The losses outweighed the gains.

The times have changed now
Impossible to rewind.
I lost my originality
In adapting the superficiality of city-life.

© Ila Varma 12/10/2015 

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