Life @ 19. Poem by Mehar Chauhan

How strange is this feeling
of changing over a period of time,
not knowing why, how, for what.
but now i have started giving a thought.

Reeling back my thoughts
i see myself changing from
aimless, thoughtless, carefree, harmless naughty boy to
aim striving, thoughtful, caring, harmful serious guy.? ?
in a short period of time,
all these qualities are mine &
i wonder being a kiddo
was loads of fun
than to grow up- and be a pseudo
UN-NATURAL, UN-REAL-yet REAL.

I... like you, want to rewind,
the TIME SPACE in my mind
and go back to those days of enjoyment,
with my mates on roadside pavement.

But in vain,
we only can rewind in mind,
time being truly UNKIND.

All said n done,
let me think whats left to be done,
because lets do good with whats left
it's a try not to end up doing a theft.: D
as 'karma' only is in our hands
the free time is for the MUSIC BANDS.

Strangely, i am cherishing this period of my life,
being confused, sure me and my goal &
for it i must thrive.