By Vidushi Bhardwaj
you don't grow up on your
birthdays
You grow within the
crevices
Of time ,of space ,of life
You can find parts of
growth
Like pieces of a greater
puzzle
Scattered across every
moment
They would tell
You grow up a little in
love
And out of love
With friends
And without friends
With laughter
And on the days you don't
find it
They would claim that
You grow up a sliver more
When you find an old
memory
Tucked away in the back
of your mind
Or stumble onto your
favourite band
From high school again
They would force You to
grow up
when you hear the clock
ticking
And really really hear it
When you look in the
mirror
And find new
lines ,nestled among the
old
they would tell you that
The world doesnt owe
you anything
You ,honey ...
You tell them that
'i owe myself everything
You, honey ..
Yes , you
You owe yourself
everything
You write with such Elegance…its beautiful
This made me smile today. Beautifully written V. Like always.
Beautiful poem. Yes we owe ourselves to live every bit fully.