aren't we still friends?
I know a lot bout you,
Yet, I don't.

Aren't we still friends?
we had tons of conversations,
yet, we couldn't come to conclusion.

Aren't we still friends?
the memories play inside me
like the movie never ends-
but, we ended.

aren't we still friends?
Just young soul's discovering their path.
Would it be fair to judge?
so, are we still friends?

Well, how could you look at me and pretend,
I'm someone you never met?
Are we strangers now?

she still wanders,
In search of an answer
-akshitha

oh, the strong urge to be young again—
pinches my heart so deep within.
isn't it great being young?

oh, i still remember,
the knee bruises while playing,
such chaos has never appeared again—
isn't it great being young?

a child wouldn't mourn
for love, care.
world loves them.
everything appears fine until
they grow up.
isn't it great being young?

the child knows nothing,
neither the world nor the cost of living.
but, the joy in being;
happiness to them is inevitable.
isn't it great being young?

younger ones often get uplifted—
might own many hobbies,
perceived as an "over-achiever."
isn't it great being young?

the same child grows up, realizes
suffering is inevitable.
they deal with unfeasible expectations
for the world,
once an over-achiever, always an over-achiever.
younger ones never had it easy
isn't it great being young?

now, the suffering feels permanent,
while joy is temporary.
growing up, they realize—
didn't everything change?
so, is it great being young?

a younger child—akshitha.