I wrote my heart out many a times before
every time it came, a new color was born
surrendering to will of heart, i win
servile to my senses, i loose
time can grow but not fall or rise who ever interchange places
every fall much steeper, every rise much higher
efforts seek to bridge the fall, Grace dictates thine rise
Cry of cock or song of a cuckoo, Does it bring forth the dawn?
Collapsing situations brings dead silence to life
despair makes journey towards fertile land of hope
flute should have holes to tune in music
sound of joy, spurts in those struggles life has
to be raising, to be fighting, to be nourishing
fun of game is in 'thinking' we are winning or losing
Continents have to be crossed, clouds get to be throned!
Oh helpless birds, do you have a choice but to keep flying?
Surf riders don't catch pearls so does the success
Latex of a tree stay much longer than any fame of the world
Heroes came & went, Moment this don't know them yet
Has thee conquered the generosity of the Sun or the patience of Earth
Has thee bettered the compassion of Air, Detachment of the river or
The silence of the Cosmos, that beholds thee?
The Supreme Creator why should wear all these masks
Don't you see, my friend, You a puppet yet to discover your string?
