I would always cherish my childhood memories,
when my grandma used to tell me stories,
of prince, princess, demons and fairies,
which filled my life full of merries.
It made me look at life so colorful,
like fairies in the stories so wonderful,
fantasies, magic & happy ending,
left me dreaming, smiling & pretending.
But as life rolled on, i grew up
& the flight of fancy came down as a drop.
No matter how much our hopes are bright,
real life never turns out to be right.
Life is full of challenges,
little can we make any changes,
life can never be perfect,
it is just what we make out of it.
Little by little i saw the tale fail
& then did I realise that life is not a fairy tale!