WORD SALAD

The time when you don't know what to do.What you want.What you need.What you deserve. I seem to have been lucky  to have had a say in what I would like my future to be like.More like the freedom to dream of what I wanted to be.Not what they wanted me to become. Back when I was in school everyone seemed to be pretty clear with their life plans.They had a particular institute in mind...a particular degree in  mind and went through the following - "Study study study..wake up at 4am study,grab a bite,go to classes,go to school,study-answer-top exams,grab a bite-go to classes-study-sleep for few hours-study"..cycle repeats. EVERY SINGLE DAY OF THE YEAR FOR 4 YEARS. On retrospection,maybe I didn't work half as hard.Never went to any coaching classes.Never spent sleepless nights over books -until the last minute when I wasn't even sleeping any more. Then the results came and everyone seems to have scored more...(still don't know about that) and they all go...

  Time gave you wrinkles,wrinkles all over your face. And yet there are no signs of crumbling,no,not a  trace. Your spine is weak after all these years,your body is coming apart, You put yourself together,and try to make sense from the end to the start. People look at you and think you don't have anything to offer, Little do they know,that you are an invaluable coffer. The way you look,you feel,your musty smell. The way you drag me into a fantasy spell. When I look at you on the roadside,spread, I badly want to take you home and read you in bed. I do my best to give you a home,to take you away, Always trying to hoard as much as I can in a day. They don't want you anymore it seems, They don't need you anymore to have dreams. They are lost with a newer compact generation, They have forgotten that you were the foundation. Your descendants are just inadequate clones, Just the skin without any of em' bones. You made me what I am and will be, You s...