Memoirs of an innocent childhood

The smack of the ball on ma hand...the echo of Marco polo....the crawling under cars to get da ball...da fights with that grouch on da second floor...da faces...da enthralling hum of kabaddi...the thrill of running all over the building...da pounding heart after ringing da doorbell n runnin away...da thud of ma head on da bricks...the laughter at mimicking teachers...da fights over who cheated...the pot parties...the 5 rs potato wafers...the sand castles...the dances...the doll houses...the wide eyed wonder.... da waitin 2 not ne da youngest...the struggle to go under the rope...the skipping distractions...the lame attempts at statue...the clink of pebbles whille playin hopscotch...the wiggling under a car to get da ball...the releasing cycle rides...da hours spent on the video games...da naivette...da smile that reached da eyes...da brushing off the dust after being run over by a bike 2 go and play...da kho's n sakli's..da misplaced kicks while "trying" to play football...da stretch of the hand to connect wid da shuttle cock...the giggles...the jumps of the jungle gym...the leaps of the school tank...da runnin 2 1A to meet frnds...da bear books...the search word puzzle competitions wid mom...the tinkle fights... the unconditional love....the late nights seein zee horror show...da sleepwalking outside da house...da memoirs of a childhood still incomplete...walking with a spring in da step, twinkling eyes and an offkey song with mixed up lyrics o ma lips....some of it still remains da same...but da innocence only reflected in another child's eyes.

....I aint doin nethin

Am supposed to be working on Bajaj turnaround strategy but jus doesn't seem to happen. I feel like I am underwater where everything around me is unrealistic...dunno wht but sumthing's wrong....can feel those feelings cumin bac...where I kno tht da screw up is ma fault i can stop it but 4 sum twisted reason m lettin it happen...am runnin away frm those who care n who would care....m runnin frm da world to nowhere...where I kno its gonna be da same all over again..everythin seems like a fake..dis time its me who's smilin and people think oh she must hav no problems in her life...foreva smilin and chirpy....but I hav ma doubts and ma biggest is wht am i doin right now...ma frnds are goin away n i ain't doin nethin to stop em....ma life is goin into da endless pit of loneliness and despair n I ain't doin nethin...da days are passin by w/o me realisin...am jus breathing but I don't think am livin

Faded feelings are back again
Tears are on the verge of a pouring rain
But all that happens is a daze
Where I suffocate in this maze.