8:25 PM Of September 27, 2019

Poof! Goes the sound,

Bursting my happy bubble.

Stuck in a town,

Where nothing makes me happy but a scribble.

Surrounded by 'Happy for you',

For nobody belongs to anybody here,

There are only so many who can feel 'Proud of me',

None of them are near.

In the scarcity of such people,

Losing my grandfather was not easy news,

In the middle of tests, assignments and scheduling quests,

Tears are all that flow, pain is the only one that's not due.

The world has become too calculative,

Measuring profits to the extent of laughs from a clown,

I am perplexed, by a whole new realization,

That this freedom is actually tying me down.

Nobody supports putting a whole future at stake,

'Just to watch ashes burn to ground',

But what about the fact that my brother won't cry,

At least not, if I am not around.

My grandpa was supposed to be there,

Four years from now, welcoming me back to where I fit,

I had a book that's yet to publish, a love that's still not here,

He left without seeing any of it.

And there is a whole list of things,

That my brother wanted him around for,

I am wondering exactly what amount of bling,

Can ever make up for closing that door.

I am 12.5 hours behind you see,

Trying to accept a 'yet to come' reality,

For 8:25 pm of Sept 27, 2019, is still not here,

The sun that set on grandpa, has only just dawned on me.