Often
he dreams of a man,
Climbing
the walls of a well,
Its
depth he cannot fathom,
Too
dark, too blank.
When
the eyes open, he realizes,
The
man is himself,
And
the well his mind.
What
was upto in the abyss?
What
was there to find?
Is
he trying to climb, grow out of his mind!
Insanity
and passion, they say go hand in hand,
The
moment you let go of one,
Other
pulls you into its band.
What
he calls solace,
Others
call loneliness.
When
you have nowhere to look for,
There’s
happiness even in forlornness.
Be
a part of society, is what they teach,
But
will it weep?
When
I leave!
Emotions
drive a man,
Choose
wisely he would say,
This
road’s open both ends.
“fallen
in love”, well,
Humour
and irony seldom come together,
Choose
your emotion well,
This
one leads to sympathy or apathy.
A
man is an outcome of his thoughts,
Thoughts
are affected by the people around,
So
do you blame yourself?
For
me being me!
Some
say he speaks beyond his age,
Some
say he loves beyond his age,
Year
by year the doors open,
With
more space to speak and love,
You
just move into a bigger cage.
He’s
just a somebody,
Who
like everyone else, will one day,
Be
lost without a trace.
