And The Life Murmured
And The Life Murmured
A hearty flower says:
Beholding the dew on my skin
Where hath you lost your grin...
Hearing to the whistles of the chirps and the trains,
Life feels the perenniality of the sky
Where the sky is the limit and ocean are the vision
I have lost myself in life without a mission
Was I the one who ran for the jam and the bread at the bell?
What I am now - chasing the luster of prestige and the fame like the hell?
I tried to reach the inertia but all in vain;
The life teaches its lessons but all in the lane-
One after the other,
Crowd after the Super,
The life in the monsoon
Will soon leave its noon.
The stars hatch out to snap the deracinated minds;
Eyes so closed but heart so live,
To fetch the sound out of mime;
To let the fear and peace come out with shine!
The grave of the thoughts at the end,
The epitaph of targets at the stand,
Will soon crumble for the next-
To carve out the zeitgeist zenith of its age!!!!