The only life you have and know,
Let this not slip away.
Let the moments you have not drain into the sands that
dissolve you ultimately.
No day ever is dread free.
Crossing the streams of tears is a norm that we shouldn't
stop at.
Out of the womb, in every step we race!
We race towards happiness on coarse tracks.
Hold on and take the race with a smile. Don’t let the
smile slip.
Who are you or I?
Who sketched the plots that we dot on?
When we did not sketch the plots, how can we take or push
the blame in the game of life and living?
Who can classify deeds to be right or wrong?
Everything and everyone is just under one upper hand that
dictates.
Be it boons or tragedy,
Both would remain experiences in our lives.
Puppets are you, me and anyone here.
If we do not play different roles and tints,
How would the time finish its skit?
Mid way in the sea would you give up swimming and sink?
Your life that trusts you is still clinging to you in
every breath.
Can’t you take it to the shores?
Would you ditch your life just as circumstances ditched
you?
You are born alone making the way from eternity to living
here.
On the path of living here, be the same warrior and not
expect something to walk with you.
In the dark even your shadow would desert you.
Grace is in believing there is no one with you ever.
Until the funerals it is you with you!
Slash and ignore the world around you.
Believe there is a hand that is going to hold your tears
and make you get going.
Know that hand is just yours!
There is no trust in this world.
It renamed itself to betrayal.
Why would you need help from others?
Trust but not betray yourself.
On the notch of survival, on the dodge of revival, we run
into graffiti of bygone.
Pass those walls quickly.
You never know there could be days when you
never need to cross them again or paint over them.
