PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Some moments are memorable to me,
When I think, what I wanted to be-
This is the question that I ask myself,
How my feelings were at the age twelve?
Those moments try hard to crawl back,
Pointing and showing which I lack!
Sometimes I feel that I am desperate,
These feeling I can’t even discriminate.
When I look back to my childhood days,
I really don’t understand what is says!
My future is beckoning in front of me,
I look at it but yet anything I can’t see!
My present tells me, “I am quite uncertain,
Yes, living inside me, you can not disdain!”
I want to go back to my past that I’ve left,
So that I can amend my life having no cleft.
Sometimes I thing that I am very happy,
But no one knows how I am feeling really!
It’s true that I can hide myself in disguise,
People think that how easily they surmise!
In this dirty world all of us are just acting,
When we die, what we bring? It’s nothing!
Why do we think so such about the future?
Which really doesn’t have general nature?
Because we love to think about uncertainty,
Though it may have or have not any reality!
Yet we love to dream an uncertain tomorrow,
When love and affection will upon us bestow!