On a bright Sunday
Morning, one day,
I sat outside outside
With a cup of coffee
There was this peaceful
Silence I relished
For a moment
Despite all this busy life.
I wondered how days
Went by leaving behind
All those memories
Dwelling in this lonely heart
There is this moment
I was free from all
the responsibilities that
Life gives you compulsively.
There is always
A way out,
A bright light,
To push you
Past the darkness
That the lord overhead
Envelops you with.
May be, you are a speck
In the vast mist full
Plays of time
But you have an existence
To prove, to go beyond
the limits that makes you
Feel ordinary, there is
Always this dream
Burning inside to make
This life worthwhile.
-
Shashank KD(16-07-2012)
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