Somewhere I'm still a
Confused boy who's
Not yet bothered about
The consequences.
I refuse to be a grown
Adult man.
Still biking around the
Supposed places with
My BFF, still believing
All the fun will be
Permanent..
The urge to become
A shepherd in the
Himalayas doesn't
Subside.
The longing to be a
Monk as an escape to
This reality is still on
Cards.
Somewhere the kid in
Me, running in the
Narrow streets of
My village with a tyre..
Has seen the adult me
Grow wings.
I flap and sour high.
Dive down screaming..
The air rushing to my
Face and tears drying
In the periphery of my
Eyes.
I lock eyes with him
And nod.
He smiles in approval.
Heck of a life.