Same spot, a year back, but today it feels like something cracked
Walking life’s treadmill and riding on, every destination looks like a unhealthy song
Emotions rush out faster than trains in Mumbai, I’m back to where I belong, sigh!
Like a desktop stores icons with several file names, I feel like I’m being played with, a wicked game
To stand or fall is not an option; it’s a decision which wires your head like question mark in a caption
Life’s solace is often found at the beach, where words peace and calmness chill and preach
They preach a story taking you back to where it began, the solution my friend, lies in your hand
You can only guide someone till finish line, but they’re the ones who have to cross it
As I type the last few words on my keyboard at this Foxy farm, the heart aches, worst than a break up with that bottle of “Jaaam”
The cure to your being lies in your mind man, if you listen to the heart you would be stuck for a life span
No regrets, only thoughts as to why this situation popped up, I hope to see myself back and performing better than my last term
I will be back, I will be back, better than before, I will be back
Let's do this.
No comments:
Post a Comment