Starting Over...

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

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

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AAPKI LADAI KOI OR LAD RAHA HAI

 

LADO 

LAD NAHI SAKTE TO BOLO

BOLL NAHI SAKTE TO LIKHO

My Everything Friend

You magnify my happiness

When I am feeling glad;

You help to heal my injured hear

Creativity
I have no name
Until you name me.
I have no form
Until you shape me.
I don't exist
U

nadiyon se dhanwan

वेदों के मंत्रों से गुंजित स्वर जिसक�

The Perfect Friend

A friend is someone we turn to

when our spirits need a lift,

A friend is someone

Par bolo toote pyaalon par

Jeevan mein madhu ka pyaala tha

 

Tumne tan man mein daala tha

 

A Summer Song
When as the rye reach to the chin,
And chopcherry, chopcherry ripe within,
Strawberries swimmi

TADAPTE HAI PED OR PANCHHI

बनते बिगड़ते हालातों का

हिसाब है ज�

Badhe chalo badhe chalo

Na haath ek Shastra ho

 

Na haath ek astra ho

 

Na anna

Just Another Year

The years are taking their toll.

Another birthday has now arrived.

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