The Three Stages Of My Life. Poem by Tanishq Sharma

Bruised and lonely as i sit, I ponder upon what has made me this.
Bending down to see how far does this go,
the shades of memories making me low.

The three stages of my life, i see.
Kid, Child and teenage namely.
Each emphasizing to its own,
Pointing out, every mistake, equally grown.

Giggles of a new born, do i hear,
Grumbles of a youth, do i hear,
Crises of my teen, do i hear.

I hear the agony of a broken crayon,
I see the distress of un-satisfied wish for a chocolate,
I feel the miseries of a broken heart.

I hear the bliss of making noises,
I see the pleasure of being the favorite child,
I feel the joy of getting someone's attention.

I hear the passing bells of a pram,
I see perplexity to decide the favorite cartoon,
I feel the dilemma of two different perspectives.

Walking beyond the lane of my memories,
i halt at a place called present,
I stand up from the place of despair,
Grasp all those sheds of tears and Smiles..


And Begin walking towards my future....