I kept thinking about the roads traveled.
Thousand thoughts at a time in my brain was loaded
I wanted to break free, but my brain rebelled.
Should I run, should I stand
Would I fly, would I move
Should I stay still and let time give me a hand.
Would I still mull over the points to prove.
A life full of problems, a heart full of woes
The world seems to be drowned in them.
All one wants is a life with bed full of rose
A life like a song full of rhythm.
The road got busier and all were fleeing
For they had to reach their end-point
All are blind and still they are seeing
An old man begging, screaming, trying to make his own point.
I rode past him, but my mind could not
The pain in his hunger resonated in my brain
I looked at myself in the mirror and thought
Should I ask for more or should I think again.
Desperation filled in the man’s face
But nobody’s eyes seem to burn
I took a break from the life’s race
And I took a U-Turn.
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