When past and present locked anchors behind my tremulous day,
How much joy I felt few in the merry month of may,
Why does it happen so,
Is fate bound to be my foe,
Why such concern of the unknown,
I entered this world and I gotta leave it alone.
When love, affection and hate bites me all over,
I run away in dark jungle, just like a rover,
I find myself a silent place, to sleep and drink,
Words are my food there,
thoughts are paper n ink.
When I become smart just for a change,
Maturity comes to me in form of noblesse and i act strange,
But it's a perfect place I want to be,
Away from mind the noisy machine,
But that smart-ass me fades away in matter of time,
I'm back to the place from whom I fear and hide.
