Let's put color in our greyness...

Later the coffee gets cool,

later the charm is broken

later priorities will change,

and the sound health's gone

Later d' kids are grown up,

also, parents grow too old

promises are beyond recall,

issues, at last, go unresolved

Later always turns too late,

before we try to understand

reality's never ever realized,

and that's the way life ends

Aging, a complex process,

elderly not aware of d' facts

panic appears too prompt,

an untold road lays ahead

Day steadily turns into night,

d' clean sky changes to dark

old generations slowly vanish,

younger busy with own task

Train self to live all alone,

spouse is no more a friend

learn to embrace d' solitude,

only an emptiness at d' end

Glorious past gets dumped,

for you society never bother

now just a regular old man,

no fame of d' previous career

Spotlight no more shines on u,

stand quietly in one corner

now no urge to be envious,

no more audacity to grumble

Society will care less and less,

despite your glorious career

aging molds to a regular old man,

d' past glories count no longer

 Precarious rocky road ahead,

worn-out joints, parkinsonism

fractures, heart attacks, cancer,

d' likely guests might drop-in

Born in my mother's custody,

a cradle bound life as an infant

next a trek of twists and turns,

again back to d' starting point

Mother took full care then,

now no kin, children neither

whatever li'l they use to bother,

no way it's close to the mother

Might engage a smart nurse,

in her lips hung a smile, fake

but bearing boredom in heart,

only zero relation, it can make

To lay still, won't be difficult,

or face hassles in the situation

pass life as if nothing surfaced,

to hardness, very little reaction

No time for anyone, all so busy,

at home too scared to stay alone

house helps may be swindlers,

robbery, murder not uncommon

To snatch away d' savings of old,

to cheat them of their earnings

money kept safely in their chest,

as contingency amount, perishing


D light steadily turns dimmer,

the path ahead is hardly visible

precisely tough to tread ahead,

last stretch of d' journey, terrible

Must go with the flow of nature,

no more materialistic attachment

a better tomorrow may not come,

now is always the best moment

A bed-bound life might be ahead,

again a go back to d' infant state

born on a bed, played, took rest,

the bed was our kick-off point –

Hardly d' day started, it's evening,

days passing fast, d' month is over

d' year's almost up, sixty such gone,

parents, bosom friends are no more

Smile at the little things in life,

must enjoy the time left with us

time is not in any body's hands

primacy won't prevail over others

Let us smile at little things in life,

can't wait for acts of our likeness

tiny events too put balm in heart,

let's put color in our greyness...