Multidisciplinary.

A time to sleep,play and study,

time to pray and keep things tidy.

Done on time and you have time for everything else.

Time comes when childhood ebbs away,

To a new and eventful chapter.

And with time you have your own identity,

that dictate your claims and fancies.

That is Made out of your chum’s antics,

The way you treat ambition and loyalty.

Made out of you tutor’s extra lessons,

The way you work life.

Made out of your Mother’s care,

The way you treat your lady.

Made out of your Father’s patience,

The way you stand your child’s sleep cycle.

When everyones roles are played and done with

What is yours in your life?

And “time” to decide what you do?

whom do you have control over, lest yourself.

What if you set sail with a new canvas,

Live life on the edge and pity regrets,

Be a person you never imagined being.

Let your dreams lay your day and reality of imaginations taking.

Your talents of inexhaustible nature,

being staged with pomp and flare

Fall for a damsel so understands your faith in love,

You fall for her every single day.

Climb Mountains and like experiences of every kind,

Book of memories with friendships bind.

On that thin line of reality and abyss.

Is too much to ask

But when was the the last time it wasn’t?