In this journey of life,
we all flow like some semi-solid liquid,
slowly moving on because we have to
but resisting change too.
In the process of growing up,
we feel like grown ups.
Life has become a bit stable
when we have so much work on our tables.
Workaholic is what I am becoming,
Sunday’s sleep is what feels like the homecoming.
Friendships are few and happy
Love life is as non-existent as the battery in the lappy.
“Ambitious ladkiyon ki zindagi mei pyaar k lie jagah kahan”
Profound are such discussions with dear girlfriends,
This poem will now end.
“Jeena yahan, marna yahan
Iske siwa, jaana kahan.”