A little about the walk of life will be told,
The scent of which is inherent in all,
Wherever will be the sound of the music,
You will paddle through waves like a moment ago.
Well touched and written about it are books,
Often what seen and felt is never forgotten,
And set inside the travelling heart of all,
Are values, gifts and laughs all round the horizon.
One peels off the bad lucrative chin of thoughts,
Lands in the dustbin of forgotten memories,
There where no side is taken, none borrowed,
Lies the sight of God in its full glimmer.
Look back don’t you, pass over the present,
Like a clean, shiny mirror speaking nothing but truth,
That one won’t die without a word in the mind,
Of chances there aren’t to forget their’s.
So drunken in silence I’m today, out loud my ears heard,
I can’t let go off my veil before the shine of tomorrow,
I rest calm on my bed journeying around the world,
So damn is the challenge, takes nothing but me after all.
To the walk of life, I stay stiff still sleeping in the noon,
Watching and crying over elasped moons,
To the age of wisdom, bold and powerful,
I arrest my attitude, laid back and laggard.
To where I scrupled before attending a thought,
So bleak in diffusion and slow to arrange,
Wild ideas, opinions and life of mine’s,
But here in stays slowly to create a sense of change!
