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Prose

Did I just grow up?

Pranjal Varma

I looked up
in the sky
while swinging,
when I close my eyes
I hear my childhood scream,
when I open my eyes
my teenage screams.

My childhood
was all about:
when I grow up
my teenage years are all about:
why did I grow up?
And I'm sure my adulthood will be
all about:
Did I just grow up?

Sometimes I feel like
My past and future debating
and my present is struggling to get the mic,
it has been looking for a chance
for so long, I pity him.

I like the colour white
so much that
I hesitated holding the brush
or touching the paint and
leaving the words unsaid,
I left the canvas of life
unpainted.

For once,
I want to run back
to those days
when I was a baby
in the arms of my mother,
not even knowing my name
and the world might have been more beautiful
seeing the trees, sky, clouds and people
for the first time through eyes.

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