Path of Intricity

Pampered,petted, hugged and kissed,
only in my so-called minor hood;
Step into teens,
The Start of misery,it is;
Expected to balance circumstances,
Hold your renewing fragments together,
Think prudent;
Multitasking isn't a nice thing to do,
Especially under the nose of
Mummy and daddy;
Age older,
Crucial decisions on your skull,
Your life, future ,in your palm;
Not good stuff to hold!,
Advance into the next floor,
Earn a living,
Mixed confessions to make,
Most delightful, maybe,but
Gazing into the same pair of eyes for a score
Ain't a pleasant sight!;
Retire from the world of labour,
Burden off your shoulders,
And,
There comes the most awaiting moment,
The reason you lived all fates this long;
Board a train all around the world,
Shopping in Milan,
Skiing in Switzerland,
Sun bathing in the Andaman and Nicobar;
Ah!!!!! Bliss of the cool breeze......
How nice it is to
shove a cup of coffee between your fingers,
A book in hand, sunglasses on,
Live the last few moments to its zenith,
Until Hades rings you up,
Saying,"It's time to go buddy!",
Pull away into the atmosphere,
Edging every footstep,
On the fine sand of memories.

Eccentricities of Dawn

I dream of the stunning meadows;
I dream of the view of the world
From right above the sky;
I dream of the future;
I dream of my fantasy land ;
They come to me
As water gushes down a stream,
Swifter than ever,until,
It finds a massive dam,
Which obstructs it with a bang;
I hear the shrieking alarm,
deafening my ears,
To find that my river of dreams and mirth,
Had finally ceased with a click,
Snapping me back into reality;
My mind persuades me to get back,
But my intentions do the other;
They thrust my physique out,
From the world lavish,
Back into the world of labour;
"I'll have to wait for another score",
My thoughts say,
But the other part still lays in the coze,
Thoughts weaving into it,
"If there were no bell,
There would be no cease;
So why not chip it off???",
And SWAGGERED it goes,
Into the air of
Wickedness.

21st Century Dramatists

Ten,to school,
Plop off the bed,
Gaze for a while until you realise,
It's Monday morning!
Scroll through cosmetics,
List of hairstyles,
Plenty of kisses to the mirror
Until mummy yells
"The school bus's here!";
Shove a Dozen books in, 
Science knows which,
Pull across the Hall 
dive into the bus and,
Off to school(if you can call it one);
Crop tops,in fashion,
Hair dazy, blush in loads,
Plummet your hips ,
From Arctic to the Antarctic,
Sling your bag onto one shoulder,
Flying loads of kisses in, 
"Hey babe!how's your weekend?!!";
Class begins,and,
"Holy shit! i got the wrong books!!";
Mud your knees a bit ,
With cool comments shouted at 
All along the insult(sarcasm);
Strut around for an hour after school,
Thumbs at serious work,
Eyes playing a Mohini,
Looking to magnet every good one ,
Who strolls by;
Bed lamps shine all night ,
There you lay,under under the dense sheath,
Looping up a whole months work;
Mummy barges in,and,
"Oops! no electronic tomorrow!";
Never Mind, we'll smuggle it,
Stay cold for all of this , 'cause 
This is the 21st century, buddy!,
Buckle some mud  on your shoes !!