last night, i was drinking & thinking
about my past
is the best time of my life is over?
or am i having the best time?
or it is ahead?
pictures of last thousand years
flash upon my mind
i could see them clearly  one
by one, like a slide show,
even i could hear some 
back ground music, created by
the water falls, created by the
gentle breeze, created by sound 
little birds in the tree,
slide passes on, i could hear the
sound of a baby, crying sound,
happiness of a mother, faces flashes 

in front of eyes, the little boy

waves his little fingers, smile on his

face, crawling on the floor,

moving round the whole room,

even the house one end to another,

discovering the new world, I could

see the friends & family, all are so

happy to see the little lad grow,

he starts walking and making sound,

meaningless or sometimes delivering speech

about so many unknown things, only God knows

the meaning, lecture goes on, the little

boy keeps on growing, months after months,

year after year, attained the youth

new change of the life, questions comes

in the mind, which was never there before,

life enter in the fantasy, colors all over, rain,

storm, sweet smell of air, snow falls on the

mountain, trying to invent some secret of life

& body, it sparks in the brain, it sparks in

At body & soul, ignite the want which was

never there, life feels like reckless drive,

sporting like tom & jerry non stop fantasy,

tired less, restless, the horse race,

sometimes shameless attitude, sometimes

fights like invading army, wants to grab

everything that attracts the eyes or the

want of sexual likes, even wants to explore

four corners of the world, even further,

as he does not know where to stop,

life moves on, mother becomes unknown,

father is the enemy, brother & sister

nothing but boring, ups & down stops

looking back & forth, pressure of life

starts to grow, manhood has attained,

everyday meeting competition, to find

a small space, in the crowd, to up held the head

to announce his presence, sometimes thrown

out of the race, cannot even stand by it,

toughness of life begin to show, the sparks

of life in different way, everyday is the drama

of life, newer version is added every morning

from the top to bottom, even down to the

drain, life moves on, have no other choice,

live it or leave it, is the slogan, but where

is the end? Getting top of the mountain or

bottom of the sea, even you land on moon or

mars does not matter, no stopping, as long

as you breath, I kept thinking & thinking, this

is my life and this is your life,

are we happy with this? Or is there anyway to

be happy with this? Who knows at the end

till the drama plays on the stage until &

unless you breath the last one.