All the phases of life,
Offer a certain spice..
Be it the 1st bicycle ride
Or the 1st bad fall
Through the growing up..
The 1st nick name by friends
Or the 1st punishment
Through the teenage turmoil….
The 1st best friend
Or the 1st crush
Crossing teenage to experience….
The 1st hostel sneak-out
Or the 1st illegal drink
Finally getting into responsibility mode..
To the 1st job
The 1st meeting
The 1st appraisal
And then the 1st resignation
To rethinking and entering into…
The 1st Post graduation
The 1st presentation
The 1st mediation
Thru many-a relation...
Think- it will still be a 1st
when we finally lie …
The “firsts” go on & on… forever,
Just that somewhere -we lose track of them,
And then..we just want to hold on -
To the firsts and seconds we remember
Nostalgia sets in…its overwhelming
It seems like the place is signaling
That is your chance of not-struggling.
Its difficult to let go
Cz we think its the best row
Bt eventually we have to take a bow-
Realize we are meant to grow…
But the growth is not here--
Even thou it seems like the 5th gear…
We have got to move on
Tackle our feelings-head on
Take one for the road
Wear our optimist mode
And settle the final score!!!
