Delving in time a person's smile
Amongst the treachery some passion pile.
Giving to emotions is the need of the hour
Fearing repeatedly on the hurting power.
The mind keeps telling " Is this the story that finishes your life?"
Was a girl I needed for her warmth,
Led was I by her friendly charms.
Friend was I till an opportune moment
Le it go to avoid the sentiment.
The mind kept telling " That is what finished your life"
The dreams of a boy, blooms with admiration
At the simple yet subtle poise of comfortation.
Attempts at diving deep in those eyes
Leads to the vitals burnt as fries.
The mind kept telling " Finished it is not, just an unlucky start"
The elementary thoughts that burn me alive
Where on earth did they grow and thrive ?
Looked back at me my timid fellow
Through the mirror of self, all was shallow.
Raised my hand to touch myself
But alas that was just an elf.
The elvian thoughts were just an imagery
To deepest emotions that were dark yet fiery.
The mind kept telling " Stop before it is finished !!"
Couldn't let go what reasons my state
The rest I left to my unfriendly fate.
Found was I, surrounded by forms of motion
Asking me the very same Question
They kept saying " Look for the start if you wish to run to finish"
The women of my life who let go of her primes
So that I can earn my dames and dimes
Unhappy is she amidst her weary smiles
Sitting distant, my mind always to her flies.
I keep saying " Everything's gonna finish, the moment I reach, the moment I reach"
Filling her sad void, I keep others to cheer,
Giving my self to every bird and beer.
Substitution of her smile is never found
Find always myself biting the ground.
The mind keeps saying " Run before the time finishes"
Standing in the cold winds outside the forest,
A damsel with her smile is somewhere at rest.
Had hoped this time the love was real,
Burst my eyes with images so surreal.
The mind said again " This is not yet finished "
Yeah true it was to the minutest detail,
Grabbed to a buoy, to avoid my fail.
The buoy was a poor pup in the chase
With her own baggage at this life's phase.
The mind again shouted " Finished it is not but a chance to redeem "
Standing again in front of her self
I bared my thoughts, my thoughts and myself
With just a hope that she still by my side remains
Pouring out her fears and joys without refrains.
This time the heart said " I chose to disagree that it's finished yet "
Amongst the treachery some passion pile.
Giving to emotions is the need of the hour
Fearing repeatedly on the hurting power.
The mind keeps telling " Is this the story that finishes your life?"
Was a girl I needed for her warmth,
Led was I by her friendly charms.
Friend was I till an opportune moment
Le it go to avoid the sentiment.
The mind kept telling " That is what finished your life"
The dreams of a boy, blooms with admiration
At the simple yet subtle poise of comfortation.
Attempts at diving deep in those eyes
Leads to the vitals burnt as fries.
The mind kept telling " Finished it is not, just an unlucky start"
The elementary thoughts that burn me alive
Where on earth did they grow and thrive ?
Looked back at me my timid fellow
Through the mirror of self, all was shallow.
Raised my hand to touch myself
But alas that was just an elf.
The elvian thoughts were just an imagery
To deepest emotions that were dark yet fiery.
The mind kept telling " Stop before it is finished !!"
Couldn't let go what reasons my state
The rest I left to my unfriendly fate.
Found was I, surrounded by forms of motion
Asking me the very same Question
They kept saying " Look for the start if you wish to run to finish"
The women of my life who let go of her primes
So that I can earn my dames and dimes
Unhappy is she amidst her weary smiles
Sitting distant, my mind always to her flies.
I keep saying " Everything's gonna finish, the moment I reach, the moment I reach"
Filling her sad void, I keep others to cheer,
Giving my self to every bird and beer.
Substitution of her smile is never found
Find always myself biting the ground.
The mind keeps saying " Run before the time finishes"
Standing in the cold winds outside the forest,
A damsel with her smile is somewhere at rest.
Had hoped this time the love was real,
Burst my eyes with images so surreal.
The mind said again " This is not yet finished "
Yeah true it was to the minutest detail,
Grabbed to a buoy, to avoid my fail.
The buoy was a poor pup in the chase
With her own baggage at this life's phase.
The mind again shouted " Finished it is not but a chance to redeem "
Standing again in front of her self
I bared my thoughts, my thoughts and myself
With just a hope that she still by my side remains
Pouring out her fears and joys without refrains.
This time the heart said " I chose to disagree that it's finished yet "
