For me life is more like the episode of “Crystal Maze” people taking chances with their team members to the kind of game that they will play. The more I have thought of the people I have known and my own small life I have come to believe that we by nature are addicted to taking chances and take chances with everything from the friends you get to whom you get married to the way you think and what you believe in.
I’m not a philosopher or a genius and would hate to be called that I’m just a confused person looking for answers that make sense I would like to be known as a common guy just with some uncommon questions.
Footprints
Footprints in sand, from someone gone before
Oh, how I want to follow them
But can I follow them with my tired feet, weary I’m walking so far
But these steps stand by me, through the ups and downs they still end up standing by me
Not knowing I who it will be!
Is it me or what I want to be?
Or is it what I wanted but never could be
The Circle
Life is nothing but a tryst for me
Nothing added, nothing gone
Start and end at the same point I
Hovering about in circles am I?
Or does something fail at the start itself, and I never leave
Ending at the same place again?
Eclipse
Why do I cry bitter tears, when there is no one to confide
People come and they go, on who do I survive?
Good I’m to some, some find me bad
But can anyone ever find who was the real I
Or will he forever remain hidden, in the narrow lanes of my heart
Shunned by the world standing far afar?
Strength
There is a feeling of pain I want to forget, of betrayals and dismissals
Forgotten long back, by people down the memory lane
Fresh it is still inside, like a wound fresh and cut deep inside
Merciless mockery of this world I have seen
Why, why don’t these memories leave me?, Pain like a friend is forever by my side
Superficially smile and live for long can I?
Can I hide what I want to deep inside, or will it roll down through my eyes
My hands clasped in prayer that this day never comes, as I lay on the green grass in the black rain waiting for the last drop to drain away.
Empty with the tears the pain is more profound, killing within me the only sane dew drops
I have grown cold, cold to the pain, happiness the sorrow, no longer a victim, and no longer in misery
Floral Misery
Flowers of a plant together at one end, yet so far from each other at the other end
Same fragrances share they all, but still one beautiful the other ugly called.
Withering all with the plant
One lives on in memory lanes and the other forgotten forever?
Is it one destiny to be loved and retained by a lover in his memoirs? And the other turn to dust laying on the ground no one cared of?
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