A plethora of thoughts
Waiting to take shape
Urging to be real
Trying to convince me
That everything is possible
As i stare at those
Clouds that float
Which look like
Fires in the Sky!
Slowly time rolls
And now a blank mind,
Trying to decipher
Why the hell its gone mute
Without any musings
Is it because it has to write?
Or that the written should be read?
Slowly urging my lethargic companion
Whom i dearly call my 'other self'
I start typing.
Life goes just like that
Some good,some bad, some ugly days
Yet we fail to realise
At the moment that
There's always going to be
A beautiful Tomorrow
And a new battle to win
Until you don't give up!
P.S. I really dunno why i wrote that! But yeah, i would really love to hear what you readers think of the above lines!
Adios.
Waiting to take shape
Urging to be real
Trying to convince me
That everything is possible
As i stare at those
Clouds that float
Which look like
Fires in the Sky!
Slowly time rolls
And now a blank mind,
Trying to decipher
Why the hell its gone mute
Without any musings
Is it because it has to write?
Or that the written should be read?
Slowly urging my lethargic companion
Whom i dearly call my 'other self'
I start typing.
Life goes just like that
Some good,some bad, some ugly days
Yet we fail to realise
At the moment that
There's always going to be
A beautiful Tomorrow
And a new battle to win
Until you don't give up!
P.S. I really dunno why i wrote that! But yeah, i would really love to hear what you readers think of the above lines!
Adios.
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