The mysteries of life,
So bewildering and yet charming.
I still remember the time
I was sleeping there.
I am missing it now...strangely though!
Yet these glimpses give me
A warmth to fill the void and,
A breeze to sense its presence.
I still remember those days,
When I used to wake up in it,
On a sunday so sunny,
And I never felt it all these days.
Strange, isn't it?
Stay away from something,
And you start missing it,
And I am the one calling life "funny"?
The warm sun touching my face,
The birds chirping on the shade,
And my mother calling out;"Get up now!!!
Its 9 O'clock already!!!"
My bedroom, small one,
But I miss it now...strangely though!
Funny enough, it is just that day,
That sunday that i remember!!!
Experiences, good and bad,
I have had it all,
But I never knew that,
Life had planned it all.
My life began as an infant,
And To the adolescence I paced,
So did a lot of memories,
In and out!
In the bleakest of moments
Have I felt the grace,
Of the magical touch of a hand...
A hand I call Friendship.
A shoulder to bay,
A company to tattle,
A group to text
And a hold in need.
An experience tantamount
To being blissful,
More than love,
And yet a commitment!
I am ready to have
The journey in the Boat,
But the funny thing,
I am the Boatman!
So terrible I felt,
Gasping onto the ocean of white,
The feeling that stood so strong
Of grief and sadness, stood so long.
This agonizing feeling,
The failed feeling,
Took a grasping control in me
That I burnt inside me.
I felt the world, its stare,
Its knock and the chaffer.
The dour feeling started to foster-
It was the invitation from the Reaper!
The idea was not half bad,
In this agony, it was not hard,
But too soon I fell victim, to love-
Of those who rips their heart
At the sight of my mort.
The world have had its heroes,
Born out of nothing but flesh
Wreathing a fine tomorrow,
Writhing it to betterment.
Tomorrows went by;
But too soon came "THE PRESENT".
So did the impenetrable lupines...
The turbid minded people.
Thought they did, of tomorrow,
But gave little to it.
Soon disappeared the phrase-
" A FINE TOMORROW ".
I am very ordinary,
Neither a freak nor special,
But knew I could change it all...
I could weave a "Fine Tomorrow".
All the world needed was nothing,
But 'just' academics...Hence,
Sayings changed, they rewrote-
"A fine tomorrow comes with false prestige".
How wrong were those soberly fools,
That fine tomorrow comes to us alone...
Not to the world!!!
Not a signature that we leave our children!!!
Let my Lyrics reach out far,
Beyond the horizon that lie,
The only difference between us and the masters-
They excelled in their life- to be a complete man...
Begone were those faces
Through the tide of times,
But all left, with little traces
Though it was no crime.
Was there a time
When no face was strange,
But I wasn't game
To accept the reality I hate.
Reality? None stood right,
Everyone bipartite.
All they were, were-
FALSE FACES.
Beautiful faces, worthless faces-
All kinds of faces,
But all a bilge, corrupt
By a filthy drop of greed.
But all this, to sustain
A uniqoe balance between
Good and Evil.
But....Is the balance being kept?
There in the mist, rose a shadow;
A shadow that floated over the meadow.
Soon the mist faded, but not the shadow,
But clearer it got with a sparkle that follow.
The shadow too faded, but appeared a figure instead,
A figure so serene; Is serene the right word to use?I wonder.
A lady was it, or an angel,
But I knew it was her.
The smile that rose caught my leer,
A twinkle from her eyes blinded me to the near.
All that I remember now is just the swarthy face,
With a charm that made me race.
Soon I woke up, from a dangling dream.
All I could do now was a happy scream.
But am I ready now-
To tell her the magic words.