falling on my face

every day is like another,
i follow a route that i cant alter,
like a rat caught in this race,
where worth is defined by they,
a bunch on the highest tower,

few jump of this route
a very few find a new route
the rest, torn by choices and fear
get back to the same route,

to make a mark in this world
ruled by a robotic march?
welcome loneliness, so sharp as a blade
for a while i am rejoicing this moment
i see a new route
cheerfull, full of hope and warmth,
yet before i can grasp this
i am pulled back by a gravity
i cant fight,
to hit this hard earth,
to be ruled again by they
a bunch on the highest tower

Comments

Blindsided

I never thought, I may get attached, I never thought, I would fell for you Now I am a gonner with no way out

playing safe

day after day, i follow a routine march i do wat is asked ,i do rite on time yet half-heartedly i do i try not to question wat i did i try not to let her in me out i try not to scream i try not to bang my head never letting my dissatisfaction known never to face my disgust in me . the more closer i reach satisfaction the more stranded i am from the wolrd's race. i wish to run,i wish to fly but run where,fly where do wat i love. but wat do i love to do? with no paths to move on with no options left with love's chains holding me i play safe

a father's song

While monsoon rain is downpouring; Moist droplets tries to evaporate sorrows of the world I am not cooling…………. While the fate is cornered by recessions; Last drops of love is being evaporated Yet ambition is holding on to passion I am not booming………… Your loving words smoothened my heart While goals getting less inspiring I am believing In pain, hoping not in vain Finding again purpose of living...... DAD

seeing thro' my eyes

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