As I Sit and look at you,

All I feel is envy;

Pretty house, a pretty garden

Living in a world of fantasy.

I am jealous of the way you see the world

Like its yours

You don’t care, you just dream

Dream of castle and a while horse.

It feels Like life hasn’t done you dirty yet

The sudden realization will soon hit you

Hit you Like a razing storm and drown you

Drown You so so deep.

There will be no escape for you

You have all these people with you 

People you look upto

Those you love and admire.

But my “people” they left

One last dinner with them.

In that same old house is my only desire 

You don’t have to try to be loved.

It’s easy, for them to love you so 

As for me? It feels occasional 

Like a breeze, touch and go

But we have the same eyes.

We got the same smile

Which makes me realize 

Mine don’t shine as bright as the morning sunrise

I keep turning the pages of these albums.

I look at these photo frames 

I can’t turn back time to the good old days

And that makes my heart burn in flames

I am jealous of you, I accept.

Don’t wish grow older I beg 

Don’t blow out those candles, little me 

Because life is not a fairytale

And definitely not your fantasy.

So yes, I am jealous of myself

Of little me,

And I loathe her for wishing to grow older

Because her wishes came true

Now I am only miserable.

By: Aashna Adhikari (Management, A2)