Change is always met with friction and therefore growing up too is hard to digest, process, and express.

But after a particular point of time or more specifically events, we do grow up. The only question: Is it for our best?

Growing Up

I can only judge one man,

In whose shoes I have walked.

So to meet him I do all that I can,

A journey where me and I talked.

Careless, hopeless, and without any plan,

My journey started a bit quivery.

But then again I was just a kid,

Unaware of most of the mystery.

Reality sunk in sooner than later,

And I realised I have the spark.

To my story I became my own creator,

By being Persistent even in the dark.

Good and bad both greeted from time to time,

My past failures hanging onto my life like a crime,

The only thing I learnt as I was growing up,

In the end everything will be just fine.

~Anyone who has realised this simple fact,

Is a grown-up and will one day shine.~