beautiful

beautiful were the times

when all we worried about was 

how to sneak out of the house

without being caught by our parents

playing for long hours 

those were real good times

playing with friends 

friends who had no expectations 

friends with whom we used to fight 

but the very next moment 

we become more than friends - brothers.

No comparisons about the faces

that had to be made just to 

overcome the furious state of the elders

after we did something unworthy 

but then no vengeance, no retaliation

real good times were those

the streams, the lonely roads, the trees,

mountains or anything natural

(all that we NOW find click-worthy or pic-worthy)

used to be FUN-worthy

where we used to play until our body ached

where we used to laugh until our lungs came out

but then none of the acts were fed to our ego. 

UNLIKE now

when everyone is lost into 

the business of feeding their EGO

why can't we just STOP and start LIVING 

why can't we just UN-grow and become a KID again.

I don't want to grow, if growing is growing my ego.

Alas!

as always it's easier said than done. :(