Transmogrification into Adulthood of a Middle Class Bombay Boy

Growing out of the rosy eyed myopia,
I feel the need to hold onto teenage idealism

Morphing into an adult is a feast
especially the part where you no longer feel like a priest
Women start making sense,
but that would be nonsense

Money and its benefits form a security net
Feeling empowered by a bullish market

Poetry finally sounds poetic
History seems not so anachronistic
Politics and its drivers seem to fuel fires
Feel good about spending nights at work
connecting and re-connecting wires

Beginning to understand the human condition
Perceiving behaviors subject to condition

Life wasn't a bed of roses
It wont ever be a walk in the park
But growing older has a feeling
of no longer being in the dark.