It's been a decade since I wrote,

Neither a word nor a quote

Its like, when you are in a sinking boat

How can you possibly think of making a toast!

Half life is passed, thinking of remaining half

Am sure remaining half would go regretting mistakes of first half

Its human tendency to do things twice

If done correct its talent or blessing in disguise!

My teacher always tought me story about half a glass

Life is half past, but only thing i understood is that i miss that class!

Life is shone, memories are spent, laughters are laughed

Now a big chapter of responsblity is hanging like a sword

I always look back into my life and learn what made me apart

Craziness, neediness'is all I see, which made me rip myself hard

Sulkiness'and inclination is all i have had

Money came later, which made above all passed, alas!