One of those days, when you recall
what went wrong & why you can’t blame
what made you act so bloody lame
Why do you fear to be carefree anymore
Why are you alone & not with the gang of four
The wholesome company of yours that you use to enjoy
Is also something you wana run away with, Why?
The non living existence that makes you hooks
why so love with the crayons & the colorful cover books.
The changing thoughts in a moment & the irritation that builds
and within the next moment the guilt you face, nearly kills.
Why is it so difficult to relish the charm of failure
is it the dream that creep or the reality that letdown
Million Questions with limited answers
the judgmental you & the brain as a dancer.
With the Music that has no sync with your life
but still you try hands-on to Jive.
Why being happy on your accomplishments
did you share my piece of punishments?
Why being a Saint, when the evil is the one who actually laughs
when I see the world with these pair of mean eyes, I could see myself nothing more than a dwarf.
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