To The Old Me

Your glittering eyes, your craziness, your intricate thoughts,

Your Utopian principles and your daydreams,

Of how you said you would one day be vanished,

From the wholeness of this pompous world.

Drifting away like the clouds,

Offering a little rain in some myriad plane,

Quenching the thirsty souls,

Of how you admired the people you loved.

Making them stars that would shine in that tiny world of yours,

Of how you would decipher some prosaic piece of art,

Wrangling the monotony out of it,

Giving it a soul.

Of how you would walk away from the dreary customs,

Standing alone in the crowd,

Executing your inner demons,

Of how you would toss and turn in your sleep,

Shedding a tear for an anonymous pain.

Upbraiding that little girl inside you,

Asking her to be complacent,

Asking her to grow up,

Oh.. how I miss your smile

The old me...

I think of you every now and then.