Lost Tide

I want to stop my growing

Wanna crawl back to my childhood

Where I had my doctor sets, barbie sets everywhere I lay

This age adding is taking every cartoon of the story

Where daddy bought me candies

Mumma cooked me favourite food

There had been the time when I looked for some tangled words into my dictionary

Now those words are the reality of life

My hand filled with sketch pens, my attire painted in style

All that zodiac doodlings...ever made on walls

It was all blissful to be simple quitting all liners, blushes, lip balms and shines

It's the pitty world who now sees a person keeping brands in mind

It's okay to be cruel, somber or envy

If they had remained the cured diseases of life

I heard I am attitudy

I heard I am kind

Both were the judgments which I would never mind...

Only if I had my childhood heart filled with purity and smile..

Clock, my teacher,

Inner voice, my life

I need back my barbie's and all my styles

It was always easy to be happy

If we could limit our happiness only with our lines