GROWING UP 

The child in me is all grown            

The fearless one in me is silent

As if there nothing to fight for

The swing that moves upwards and back

Empty, there no child, no grown ups sit

Life has emptied a wish to play as in childhood,

To go behind sparrows and butterflies

There this loud profound stillness

A canvas of colours 

Seasons change along

There but no change inside

Of a thought or a question mark

On all the unanswered riddles

Shapeless a cloud moves above

Nameless shadows dance

From the silenced elements

Growing up from the slumber

A task that mattered

Sometimes it is better to wrap

Life’s thematic memories

In a less bright gift paper

Hide it away in alphabets

Of unknown language

Mist the script of earth at times

To hide even a memory..

Growing up begins

When emotions are skillfully covered

When happiness and sorrows level in egalite,
A diamond peak where mind and heart rejoice

May be, after years of turmoil

What matters more is peace

Not a crown..