If..

Staring outside the window, a fleeting thought,

We want, We want and now  - it is all unsought.

The crave for independence to be our own master,

No one to complain,  no one to pester.

Where are we at and if happy why look back?

We got what we coveted -

The fleeting thought in a metamorphosis,

Showing it's true colours? - Or a black dark abyss?

The days when cartoons were our idols,

Screams - our companions, our venerated foibles.

Sleep, eat, play and repeat,

Life was open to colour on its open white sheet.

Now shunted screams and Silence - Golden,

Exaggeration - Blasphemous, Preferred the downtrodden.

A wonder, a fleeting thought,

Why, then, mute becomes a curse unsought?

Everything done, that was done before,

An added companion - a shift of balance from the core.

Then a walk and now a drudge.

Then a smile and now a hidden grudge.

Problems - one replaced by millions,

Zeal on a perpetual war with an army of worries, losing its brilliance.

Simplicity dejected, loiters aimlessly,

Complexity parades, marking its territory.

If only...life could side zeal in the war,

Straighten it’s maze that tortured the lured.

If only...each breath could be felt,

And leverage the captive out of the madness.

If only... life could get simpler,

Cleaning all the muck that made it blur.

If only... sorrow befriended  jocund,

Always carousing life in reckless abandon.