Everyday

Everyday is same, as goes

and it has been so 

more than time I know.

In school I was and longed for life

and life is mine, now

but things have changed now.

I no longer like the air-conditioned office,

the bank balances and cars and bikes 

and more and more of pretentious people 

that come and go 

everyday.

I log for a day with my friends in school

who I play my heart in scorching sun,

the graceless clothes

and ruthless happiness and

in sweat, i loved 

the food of home.

I liked the time 

when my pockets dint matter,

leaves dint matter,

all the double standard 

people in suits dint matter

and dint matter the 

ever growing race to grow.

No one asked me before, 

I was given this life so lifeless 

with expectations of else.

I am asked of pay, of girls and house,

and I shake my head at every point.

These things will loose, 

the money and life, 

but, all that will stay with me 

is you.

Your witty mind, that funny time

the time I spent making that boat, in the 

class two of mine,

with a boy like me, 

and time I spent with my pet Ali

and time I spent learning,

integrating, as curves and lines 

formed hills and waves and 

then ducts were formed making holes

we could run into.

I remember this time was beautiful,

as I am again in office tomorrow.