Never Too Late!

Never Too Late!

You know what they say,

Don’t behave in a childish way,

You’re not a kid anymore,

These things should’ve been done afore,

You can’t sit like that,

You can’t eat like that,

Don’t you understand?

You’re not a part of that band.

To them, I ask,

Why can’t I still be a child?

Why can’t I explore the wilds?

Why can’t I make mistakes?

Why can’t I keep things at stake?

You cannot take away my liberty,

I don’t accept your surety,

I don’t feel that adulthood is fun,

All they do is run,

 With the age,

Rises the rage,

Walking down the stream,

There’s a suppressed beam.

Their laughter is somewhere lost,

The sunny days have been replaced by the frost.

But, you know what they say, 

You can always relive your childhood days,

You can melt a snow-flake,

You can start-over again,

Living life like child,

It’s never too late to explore the wild.

 

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Indifferent Minds!

Indifferent Minds!

There are some unspoken words ,
There is a whole new different world,
In my mind ,
You would find ,
An unbalanced mixture,
And various other texture,

I know, 

A new day brings new thoughts,
But, the old ones are yet to sought ,
They’re still lying there,
They’re still bothering me,
I’ve to let them free.

Attain some tranquility,
Add a little stability,

Because an empty mind
Is a devil’s home,

And,
Everyone out there shares the same story ,
There’s no difference left anymore.

The True You

The True You

Thousands Of Layers On,
Concealing The Brightening Dawn,
You Depict Your Untrue Colors,
Which Makes You Even More Duller,
Not In The Eyes Of The World,
But In Your Own Heart,
When With Your True Self , You Part

And I Want To See You,
The Truthful You,
The Illuminated You,
 These Unseen Eyes Search You Everywhere,

So , Find Me In the Dark Night,
And I’ll Be Your Light,
Because How Much Ever You Try To Hide,
I Am Here To Uncover Your Windy Side.

The Refrained Thought

The Refrained Thought

That night I was awake ,
My thoughts were becoming vague,
I  began to wonder ,
I began to ponder

Over the freedom I got,
And there are millions who do not,
Get this opportunity ,
Or even a true dignity ,
With which they could express their mind,
Which is terribly subjected to grind ,
By the people around ,
And so-called ‘Society’ profound,

One can call it a miss ,
But the truth is:
The opportunity never goes,
Only such questions arose ,

‘ How they even DARE?’
To break-free the SNARE,
‘How could they REVEAL?’
When they were asked to SEAL
‘How could they OFFEND?’
When they were asked to PRETEND

And all they were expected to  do is :

“Enact on the norms and go about by the tradition ,
Lay aside their reverence and great erudition”

Awakening the Exile

Awakening the Exile

Let Me Be Little For A While ,

Let Me Live My Life In Exile ,

Loneliness Is Keeping Me A Company ,

Because  I Really Desire

Its Silent Symphony ;

This Piece Of Time ,

I Need It For A While ,

Spending It With Nature ,

Admiring Its Features ,

Away From Everyone ,

I Am Listening To Someone,

Singing A Soulful Song ,

Which I Have Sung So Wrong,

Sung It Wrong ,

Not Being Very Strong,

All This While ,

Now I Learn It ,

In This World So Exile !

Loneliness : Dark Enough

Loneliness : Dark Enough

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Is it lonely ? Or is dark?
Deprive me of this puzzled park,

I don’t know what to do,
I don’t know where to start,
There in that dreary shadow;
Lies my heart,

So ,
I stand here blinded,
With all my senses binded,

But I ain’t that stupid ,
And ain’t too wise ,
Just a little perplexed
when this question arise ,

Is it lonely? Or is it dark?
Therefore I cannot
” Make My Mark” !!!

It’s Me – Always :)

It’s Me – Always :)

Why Always Me?
Yea It’s Always Me

It’s Me Who Suffers All The Time
But In The End The Things Always Rhyme
It’s Me Who Have To Sacrifice
But That’s The Thing That Made Me Rise


It’s Me Who Always Have To Forgive And Forget
And That’s The Thing That Made My Mind-Set
It Was Me Who Was Always Left Alone
And That’s The Thing That Saved Me From Moan!

So Here I Am Thankful For All The Mess-Up Scenery
That Always Resulted In Pleasantly Greenie


Now Whenever I Think ” Why Always Me
My Heart Silently Answers  It’s Always Been Me  !