Oh so today is the day,
I turn eighteen.
If I could find a way,
to not be mean.
I’m not really mean
Just a bit more self-aware.
And so totally keen
On not being a baby bear.
I’m not a baby bear
With a classical naivete
I’m a sturdy mare
Put your money on this bet.
It would be a safe bet
With a guaranteed profit
Never will you have met
A cool mind, a sharper wit
Coolness and wit
In daily convo isn’t enough.
Know when to shut it,
or you’ll learnt it tough.
Learning lessons is tough
Remembering them even worse.
But when the journey is rough,
You’ll need more than just your purse.
Keep aside those purses
till you learnt to refill them.
Endure those painful curses.
Never forget, you are a gem.
Never mind, I’m a tiny gem,
But the cornerstone indeed.
Creme de la creme;
A flower among the weeds.
Flowers don’t grow among weeds.
But when they do, voila!
Would you forget your needs
Of perfume and beauty, la-la-la?
Beauty, perfume and ooh-la-la;
Glamour and glitz burn bright.
Eyes get shut tight, na-na-na.
What can you see then, tiny mite?
You can’t see anything, tiny mite,
except the folly of your ways.
So find a way to sit tight,
and selfishly enjoy the days.
Surf them high, the shiny days.
Or jump into the water.
Slide down to the deepest cave,
But walk right up, no matter.
Stupid things don’t matter.
The ones you forget next morning,
are certainly not worth a bother.
Keep slaying, keep grinning.
Slaying and loving and grinning.
Eighteen years of this blessed life.
Thank you for being
In eighteen years of my life!
Eighteen years of my life
And so many more to come.
Will I be a super cool wife
Or live in a billion dollar home?
Dreams of a billion dollar home,
and a smart job to match.
The graph of a day is a dome;
Ups and downs, a barren patch.
Remove the ups, the downs, the patch
Look at what is within me.
Will I be the best catch?
Or will I screw things up, hee-hee?
Things are going to change soon, whoopie.
There’s no longer the safe cocoon
Of ignorance and bliss, sir ji.
Now it’s all sun, stars and moon.
The sun, the stars, the moon
Don’t get days or nights off.
Neither will I, later or soon.
Growing up is super tough.
Being young, and growing old is tough.
Maintaining the balance is necessary.
But when the going gets rough,
You can be two people, don’t worry.
One and the second, don’t worry.
It’s not as difficult as it seems.
Shrug off one, wear the next in a hurry.
See how the world beams.
The world cheers, hoots and beams.
You smile, waiting to change back
into the old; your silent screams
above the wavelength crack.
Trying to be audible, my voice will crack,
I wonder whether I’ll always be happy.
will I always choose from the stack
of good and bad, the not-so-crappy?
Good or bad, not-so-crappy
I think I’m smart enough to make a choice.
But will I get addicted to being unhappy,
all because of the wrong inner voice?
Right and wrong inner voice
sit like two innocent devils.
Looking at my decisions rejoice.
Both missions accomplished, the rebels.
Missions unaccomplished, because of rebels.
Will I make my parents proud?
I hope to meet their standards and levels,
And not lose my identity amid the crowd
Lost money and lost identity in the crowd.
I feel like aeons have passed.
The farm has just been once plowed,
but the forgotten memories have amassed.
A box full of forgotten memories amassed
Stuck in a jar of marmalade orange
Sticky, sweet, sour, special, stressed
Known to everybody, yet for me, strange.
Strangers feel strange.
And known ones seem so too.
Lessons learnt never change,
and will stay with me all through
Eighteen candles today I blew.
Music, happiness, bliss, the entire fanfare.
I do hope that I do more than just do.
I promise to write more than castles in the air.
© Mithila Menezes, 2016.
Photo credits: Pixabay
Okay, this is the first poem I’m publishing on the blog that has copyright and all that jazz.
Okay, so this is ‘supposedly’ my first post as a mature, independent, smart-thinking adult.
But who am I kidding. I’m still the same old stupid fabulus who uses emojis in her blog posts. 😀
Join me as I embark on this beautiful journey to infinity and beyond. In these few weeks of being incommunicado, I have been hatching plans on how to stay true to myself and my blog. I have been trying to solve the universal question: Where should I take my blog next?
Of course, the answer to this question is forever evolving, just like I am. But I have a few pointers and hints and tips, to take me along safely to blogging bliss. Stay tuned for some really cool blog posts, which will get you thinking: “How does she even think of stuff like this?” 😛
And yes, Happy Birthday to Me! 🙂