Bowed down and close my eyes

Under a pond like reflection of …

Dreamy, teary, watery eyes trying to hold back
On stumbling to the cheek, 
On revealing on
What goes on in my mind, my heart.
I don't want to lose my memory of the days.
And most specially dont want to lose
the character, attitude, outlook.
I tried to bring it back on songs, but songs are just a battlecry and not even an inch of the battle
Tried to relive it on books, but the books are, no matter how great the writer is, 
Is an account of another not me.
So my soul would try to take refuge to writing, 
that my soul may bond again with other souls through it.
Recreating, restructuring me, trying to maintain the state of mind
That I was 6 years ago and earlier.
And I only find success to reinstating which was 14 and more years ago.
Skipping the last thirteen or less
But that is not what I intend.
Bow down to the new world of superficial

Under a pond like reflection of …
Dreamy, teary, watery eyes trying to hold back
On stumbling to the cheek, 
On revealing on
What goes on in my mind, my heart.
They only laugh at them, but i want to hug them,
And protest injustice, and bring them to a safer place.
How i abhor me
I don't want to lose my memory of the days.
And most specially dont want to lose
the character, attitude, outlook.

That is not what I intend.