Split I am,
A part of me wants to take risks wants to breakthrough
while the other wants to stay secure and thus I sit
here dual-minded and restless forever.
From once upon a time, to they lived happily ever after, not all stories are printed on colorful picture books. Some are etched forever in our memories.
Forget all grief, all sorrow,
For there's always a new tomorrow.
A new morning, a new sunshine, a new day
Is waiting for you to find your way.
Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori' ( Translation from Latin : It is sweet and proper to die for the fatherland) shall be my last words. My last vision- hues of the dream,gloriously hoisting saffron,white and green My deathbed- the holy earth of my motherland.And as I lay on the altar my ultimate sacrifice To a bullet that just left the orificeMy last wish, oh! my fellow countrymen, Proudly draped in that tricolour are my sweat, tears, blood and painDo not let it go in vain, do not let it g...
Bicycles. Life. You won't learn to ride a bicycle without falling down. You may have complete control of your bicycle but accidents tend to happen. You have a support when you start learning to ride, but eventually you have to ride it alone.
So this is the new generation my friend was talking about. \nRunning for money, but away from hard work. \nRunning for love, but away from family. \nRunning for rights, but away from responsibilities. \nAnd kids, running on some screens using fingers rather than running around in parks. \nInspite of all this running, they can never be as healthy as me
Me- The world around me is in chaos. Peoples' lives are ending by making ends meet. Yet, some others are living each day like it's the end. The choice is yours. They- What's your choice? Me- I guess it's evident by my face.
My eyes are but a mirror to a beautiful soul,sublime My face , innocence itself in its prime.
A young bud I am waiting to blossom,
Looking all puny and impressionable.
The sparkle in my eyes,
The radiance of my face,
Sound proof of my intent,
Tender yet not frail,
And my hands, tiny yet worthy ,
Worthy of being held,
Because nothing there is that I can't overpower,
With your loving hand in mine.