You have changed with time.
Now you look like a man.
Wow ! Your new grown moustache, your new pair if sunglasses,
Your tight fit suit, your new watch that flashes
Light that blinds me and you as well,often
Decked all over, ready to rock the party
Truly said, you’re the man, smartie !
But wait, man…
Behind those shades, I see…lies two red eyes that seem to be begging sleep for ages,
For it has seen more nights than days, off late.
You went for a ballet with your desire. Your mind and body always had to wait.
Nevertheless, your life- you may say…
Why do you sit so still ?
Swaying slightly hither and thither, is there anything left more to feel ?
Your glossy face looks so pale, your hands a bit bruised.
The biceps that bulged till now, now need some space to relax.
Have some rest. Why do you look at me in mirror ?
I am you – you before this rock star was born.
Why do you stare at me ? Did I stop you ever ?
Light always follows the fire- whether it lits up someone’s home or burn someone to ashes.
I am the same although outside you may have many faces.
Whatever you do, shall comeback to you.
Good or bad – is your way of imagination.
Life is a piece of reality and not a fairytale of your imagination.
You have become a man, indeed but I doubt whether you are still a human.