I’m trying to find something to base my life upon,
Something in this strange world that goes on and on.
As the years go by and time fades away,
What used to be “good days” are now filled with dismay.
Tomorrow comes, and then again, it goes,
And my ambition to become something more, grows and grows.
Around the corner, yet miles away,
The life I want now, gets closer each day.
All I’ve ever wanted was something to live for,
I don’t want to be this little person anymore.
I’ve been basing my life upon what others think,
I wish I could go back and redo everything, every time an eye would blink.
I’ve fought to become who I am and what I want to be,
I have to remind my self that one day, I will be free.
Free from the rules I followed as a child,
When everything was a game and life was so mild.
Now times have changed and I realize nothing is fair,
And sometimes it seems like nobody even cares.
It’s like no one pays attention to what I feel is best for me,
And what I think about the way some things should be.
I understand now, that I’m pretty much on my own,
And I know a lot of what I can do will never be known.
All the time, I think about everything I can’t say, what I have to keep in,
And by doing this, my thoughts only get more complicated and deepen.
Soon I hope to find out who I am, and what I am meant to become,
I want to know where I’m going, I don’t need to be reminded of where I came from.
-Tatum
NA JANE KISKA DIL SEENE SE CHHU PAY BAITHE HAI
जो चोट खाकर बैठे है वो शायर बन बैठे है
BHAWNA KA SVATANTRA GYAAN HAI
तीन-चार फूल है,
ishq hi khuda hai
जो मिला मुसाफ़िर वो रास्ते बदल डालेदो क़दम पे थी मंज़िल फ़ासले बदल डाले
Days come and go
Days come and go
saadgi ka soch
तू कर रहा सफ़र ,करके बन्द दरवाज़ा
The Lost Soul
Scorching heat and sandburning the feetsweat on foreheadOasis nowhere found..Surrounded by waterstranded by knowntoiling towards landwith thoughts to endure...Engulfed by the vast skyas it has gone
Birthday Rules
Don’t invite your friends who haven’t learned to use the potty.
You Used Me
You used me.
mea mantar hun
वन्देमातरम गीत नहीं मैं मंत्र हूँ जीने-मरने का|
Friendship Is The Best Ship Of All
Friendship is priceless