Present Perfect

Present perfect

Sometimes I sit and wonder

what lies beyond the yonder

I know have to live in present

but whys is that so unpleasant?

Uncertainties of the future

draw a gloomy picture

Of unseen unheard struggle

robbing you of every giggle

Like wise men say

every cloud has a silver ray

I tell my heart and mind

put all the worries behind

Why is it so hard and vain

to convince my conscious brain

This unnecessary stubbornness

to accept awaiting happiness

Then I told myself

to get some outside help

By an enlightened soul

emptied the saddened bowl.

Replenished with renewed hope

I climbed up the slope

Decided to live every moment

view all hues so vibrant.

Since then have not looked back

not let my joys to slack.

Nor have I looked beyond

mind's never been so sound.

Paradise Lost

Paradise lost

When I look at my little son,

I bemoan the times bygone.

When the world seemed so bright,

all the worries seemed so light.

Days of sheer innocence,

flights of utter nonsense.

The small pleasures of life,

without any struggle or strife. 

Getting drenched in the rains,

while running behind trains.

Riding pinion on a cycle,

to buy things with a nickle.

Catching fishes in the pond,

later sleeping without a sound.

Climbing trees like apes,

when scolded hiding behind drapes.

Parents who took care,

while I threw caution to the air.

Siblings who always fought,

whose companionship I always sought.

Friends who were so true,

along with whom I grew.

Teachers who groomed and nurtured,

and taught what mattered.

Where those days vanished?

Why do I feel banished? 

Did I grow up so fast?

Feel a paradise was lost.

If only I could get them back,

with all my money in the sack.

I know its not possible,

to reverse the direction of the needle.