Lullabies

Amid the chaos of 'being adult'
Between those petty panic attacks
Of dilemmas in career and responsibilities,
Busy chasing something
Not knowing answers to what and why.
I miss those lullabies,
I miss those bed time stories.

The now insomniac nights
Of works and taut,
Of solitude and insecurities
Makes the bits and pieces
Of my beating and bleeding heart,
Take a leap aback
To then peaceful nights
Of rockers and lullabies,
Of merry and bedtime stories!
I miss those bed time stories,
I miss those lullabies!

Then, I slept off
Just tired of playing.
Now, I stare the bare wall
Just tired of hunting sleep.
Then, the must were
Papa's never ending bedtime stories
When I plead, "One more, please... "
And Mom's lullabies, the best remedy to all sorts.
Now, the must include few sleeping pills.
Oh! I never knew then
Life would take turns,
Won't offer a time-machine even!
Yes, I miss those bed time stories,
I miss those lullabies!