"From where i see under the morning sun,
Looking at past times n thinking could it be more fun. "
Sitting in the bus through the window that glared,
I see the road beneath passing by,
It changes into a timeline on constant stare,
with stills from the past underneath my eyes.
Revisiting the times both good and bad,
Sometimes i was crazy n sometimes mad,
It brings a smile on my face,
Revisiting those times in all there grace.
At first i thought it was a result of feeling bored,
Having deleted all the songs the previous day,
Then i made a comparison between my life and the road,
N Found some similarities along the way.
My life has been like an urban indian highway,
With only a very few bumps along the way.
But Now I am heading towards a road block pretty soon,
And have to diverge to a bumpy suburban way.
With some tough times to come and help me groom,
With almighty's blessing i'll reach another highway.
"From where i see under the morning sun,
Looking at past times n thinking could it be more fun....."
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Well this is something i wrote while travellin in a bus, i actually got a lot of this stuff in mind those days juzz din pen them down much, well this one i did...
ReplyDeleteYEah buddy there are alwyzz some speed brakers in the streets of life where smtimes we need to slow down are speed but when we get into NH then our car runs smooth but needs proper driving soo gud luck for that...drive your car carefully i know u r 8 tyre truck driver :)
ReplyDeletelife is the same way ..
ReplyDeleteroads we lead towards the goal ..
the goal which is on the last road..
the diversions and turns
the bumps hard and light
just trying to keep us alive..
holding hand we walk aside..
shaking hands when ends arrive..
just holding heart and saying..
atleast they did came by..
was tryng to reply through a small poem..i dont know how it is..but first try..
truly man..whenever i travel its the same..but you did gave what is felt.. words..truly amazing..its the best way one could describe..
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