Superficial Chase

The castle of our ancestors
Stands
still amidst the fields

Once it recognized
Our wails,
yells, and cries.
The place where we learnt

To
stand, walk n play

The fields, on which
We rolled, ran and jumped.

Plucked the strands of leaves and
flowers

Walked bare on the green grass

Carpeted with the droplets of
dew

Sun bathed in the winter’s noon

Gazed at the stars in the
summers

Leaving us mesmerized at the view.

We grew in the lap of nature

Smelling and breathing
Spurts of
fresh air

Diving, floating and swimming

Playing in the pools of water.

We flew far,
Far away from the
countryside

Leaving the pearls of life behind.

The dreams turned real

Monotonous was the life

Chasing the blues of city-life.

Life took a drastic turn
Locked behind the walls
Of the glam world.

Paying for the things,
We got free

Names were New,
For the things Old

Gym for Stretches,
Oxygen Bars
for Air.

Today when I stand before the
castle

Adding n Subtracting
Accounting the Joys n Sorrows of Life
In close introspection I discovered

The losses outweighed the gains.

The times have changed now

Impossible to rewind.

I lost my originality

In adapting the superficiality of city-life.

By Ila Varma