I wish to lie down
Under the sky full of stars
that often look like me
a heart full of scars.
Waiting is not fair,
when all we can do is do
Collect all stars, make them shine
Make the life full of clues.
Under the sky full of stars
that often look like me
a heart full of scars.
A far fetched dream
to sew the tottered soul
And breathe a lot of sighs in
the chest that bores a hole.
Nebulous seems my life
dodging from a fall
A bliss that is awaited
to make a happy stall.
Waiting is not fair,
when all we can do is do
Collect all stars, make them shine
Make the life full of clues.
No more am I tired,
No more am I blue
What I did and What I will
is where my heart takes me to.
The swing of gall and gag
that flies from down to the top
takes me through the clouds overhead
where it's always fun to bounce and hop.
Dedicated to the regular visit of mood swings that take us to a tour to self realisation where we feel happy and sad, low and raised, robbed and filled all at the same time. It is all about how we keep on hopping between the two juxtopposite feelings which in real sense lie at a common conjecture and in no time we revert back to where we really want to. Now the same can be read again(6 stanzas but 3 in a row for being blue and 3 in a row for being blessed).
