Growing up they said, it’s compulsory,
but there I was in a journey of self discovery.
Didn’t realize how innocence,
changed to dumbness.
How being happy and cheerful,
turned to be sinful.
It was what I waited for,
growing up I adored.
But now it’s time to stop,
the idea was flop.
It is becoming restricted,
no matter how wonderfully it was depicted.
I again want appreciation as stars on my hand,
never realized how time slipped like sand.
I again want to be free,
in happiness’ sea.
Adulting makes me sick,
worries capture me in a blink.
How wonderful it was earlier,
no matter what other said, I was bubblier.
The awkwardness,
was better than this seriousness.
My ears still capture the airplane’s noise,
I still enjoy playing with toys.
No matter others judge and categorize,
I still dream to reach the skies.
I am no longer a child,
Not an adult, but with dreams wild.
I need to make choices,
ignoring the voices.
I am building my future,
But I am still an adult premature.
Sometimes I fall,
But life doesn’t come to stall.
I gather my courage,
myself I encourage.
Like I picked my bicycle,
and forgot the bruises.
The life completed a falling cycle,
as I still face and fight the crises.
I didn’t realize how the time went so far,
fighting the unwanted wars.
Suddenly, I am thrown back into reality,
where I have to react and behave practically.
Growing up,
is not my cup.
Though I know, I can’t refrain,
but surely I can reign.
Being an insane!
Author Bio:
Urvi Shah is a CA Aspirant from Nagpur, Maharashtra. She is a budding writer and an avid reader. She loves to craft her imagination into words. She calls herself a wordsmith. She is an amateur writer and poet. With observation mode always on, she spends her time scribbling her thoughts in diary. She is also a beginner flautist and a bibliophile. She loves exploring and discovering herself. She considers her family as biggest inspiration for writing.
