sometimes

when i'm sitting

in the dark

i'm reminded of the days

when i used to rest

over the soft grass

with the sunlight

kissing my skin

and devouring

my wild youth

which was a miracle

in itself

those were the days

when i moved around

like a shimmering soul

with nothing to lose

and the earth underneath

my exploring feet

felt small

so small

for my dreams

were larger

but that too ended

on the doorstep

of wrinkling old age

that was so fragile

and had shoulders

tiredly stooped

from carrying it all

the heavy burden

of my small dreams

that got infinitely lost

on a very large earth

so i smile in the dark

as i finally decide

that youth is nothing

but an illusion

that leaves behind

a bitter aftertaste

of loss and heartbreak

from unrequited love

and unfulfilled desires

while the real antidote

are the soft memories

of a blissful childhood

when i had the temerity

to oppugn against reality

and dive into illusions

that still make me smile

sometimes

when i'm sitting

in the dark