कविता- हिन्दी
You swear you’re building an empire,
As you balance the ledger of your final years,
Trading ephemeral sunlight across your room
For a calendar swarming with fears.
Now you treat every lovely afternoon
Like a bill you’re desperate to clear,
Forgetting the sunrise as you loom
Over deadlines drawing near.
But why did breathing suddenly turn into a deadline
That you’re now rushing to beat?
And what’s the point of winning the marathon
If you spent the whole race staring at your feet?
And God, they all call it “ambition,”
As they run toward some grand, utopian place,
Muting the music of the present hour
Just to maintain a competitive pace.
You look at a ticking time bomb
And convince yourself that panic is bliss,
While pushing away the beauty of living
As if it were just another class to miss.
Why hoard your moments like gold coins,
Like pirates who swear they’ll spend them when they’re old?
Why live like a machine,
Following every command you’re told?
Now we trade all our sunsets for schedules,
Then watch as the world hurries by,
Running toward some grand graduation
While ignoring an incredible sky.
I’ve learned to stare straight at the time bomb,
And pretend that all this panic is bliss,
While I’m merely checking off boxes,
And missing the magic of this.
The beauty of life is a sunrise,
And this is the price I have paid
To stare at a clock that keeps on ticking,
While the beauty of living slowly fades.
I’m chasing a ghost called tomorrow
And it looks like a dream I can feel.
It moves with the rush of a deadline,
But asks me to sacrifice what is real.
Then you pride yourself on discipline
After checking every neatly printed box,
Building an irrational illusion of “productivity”
And sealing it with boring iron locks.
And there you are, sitting in your apartment
Doing what society considers right,
Trading the real beauty of being alive
Just to stare at an illuminating screen at night.
Is it really efficiency
To build a life from time you never get to use,
Or merely a brilliant, respectable disguise
For having nothing left to lose?
Now we all trade our sunsets for schedules,
Then watch as the world hurries by,
Running toward some grand graduation
Beneath an incredible sky.
I’ve learned to stare straight at the stopwatch,
And pretend that all this panic is bliss,
While I’m merely checking off boxes,
And missing the magic of this.
The beauty of life is a sunrise,
And this is the price I have paid
To stare at a clock that keeps on ticking,
While the beauty of the sunset begins to fade.
I’m chasing a ghost called hereafter,
And it looks like a dream I can feel
It moves with the rush of tomorrow,
While I slowly forget what it means to feel.
Triyog High School,
Dhapasi, Tokha. Grade 9
