Life, As Sweet As The Cake

Baba*, I told you 

I don't want to grow up

But you did nothing!

Adult, mature people

Messing with the world, 

The most beautiful cake, 

Sadly baked with

Comparison, competition, 

Putting existence at stake.

I was happy with Harry Potter, 

Alice in Wonderland, 

Feluda*, Charlie and the Chocolate

Read countless times... 

But now it is a bother

To be immersed in the dotty space, 

As grown-ups read a novel

Only once, just once

Then shelf it merely as names, 

For me, it doesn't make any sense.

Brooks that float, trees that breeze

Stars that shoot and rise

Before my dreamy eyes, 

Birds that chirp and sing, 

Flowers and fruits, 

Goat and cow droppings, 

Yummy mushrooms

That lie on the floor

Make me laugh easily

Without saying cheese.

Storms and thunder

Rains and raincoats

Suddenly buried under

Rocky roads

As they grew on me

More and more!

But those biking with you

I'd always treasure!

I want to live in a world

Kind, inclusive, awake and bold

Simple, deep, light as a feather

Where love is not just another word

From where warmth can never wither, 

Where life is as sweet as the cake I hold.

I still don't know how adults talk

They fight like delinquents

They all want to rock. 

In this win-lose game

You're never yourself,

Always tense, never at ease;

Baba, growing up is 

'A bit of a bore'

Nevertheless, there are 

Well, rounded blokes for sure,

Whom I'd follow as I mature.