I am 22

                I am 22

I am 22 and the sky is still blue.

The leaves are falling from the tree.

And the days are falling from me.

Seasons change just by shaking of hands.

The life changes with a hug of day and night.

My life changed me from head to toe.

The seasons in it changes every day.                               

Depth in it is more than vision of thee.

The things buried in me.

Oh! How is this life in which things are in closed eyes?

I am still carrying the coffer.

Where is the Ghost rider?

He is still Ghost writer.

Sometimes I want to go back to my lullaby times.

And the tooth fairy will come once again in my life.

I am living in pond where same eagle comes every day.

The hard time of life is when you mix your tear with sand.

I will not look to sky.

The life is of years.

And it will fall like years.

I have dreams.

And my dreams are my crop.

Neither I will shake my hands nor will I hug them.

I will learn how to live with them.

Sometimes you have to sow your dreams again.

The toughest thing is to wait for the next time.

Even though these are my lines.
My lines will be my hope.

And I will learn how to live with them.

Smiling in dark can give light- But then in midnight will it remain until dawn.

|Shoaib Bakshi|