THOUGHTS
Thoughts occur to me
Like, I am slave to their will
When did this happen to me
that, I don't control what I feel.
MADE TO LAST
Weak, hot, hammered in furnace
Like an iron cast
Time and again life battered me
Until finally, I was made to last
Stronger, better, in the fight of life
not the warrior swinging the sword
but the horse carrying the weigh abord
I am not the foot that walks
I am the shoe that takes bruises, is made to last.
WHO WE ARE
Hiding our bruises, our scar
Constantly longing
to be loved for who we are
Scared of our dreams and failures
We trust more than self, in a shooting star
Embrace, retry, believe and you will be everything at par
LIFE AFTER
How do I find the aftermath of life
not where we go or how we die
but the way we live in memories
the slow progression from being the smile to tear in the eye
How do I make up for everything I missed
the smiles and the sorrows, we forget to share
living in the cocoon of fallacies
heretofore we spent everything in convalescence and despair
How do I go back and relearn everything
that you care for people and use things
listen to the eyes and see beyond the sound
enough being timid, let's be profound
Truly
Abinash
