All these years, all those words I spoke if chained, can wrap the world once,
All these years, the love I expressed, if stacked can touch the moon,
All these years, all those dreams of mine, if shot can turn into dozen movies
All these years, the moments of joy, if turned a memoir, another Taj would have born...
All these years, the tears I shed can become a Diamond, a Diamond tree might have sprung.
There are times I give up,
Days like these,
When I stare and think,
Gazing at the wall,
If I am on the right path at all.
The path I see moves on and on..
It stretches before me like desert sand..
All those dreams, I cherished
Slipping away smooth, banning finish.
There are times I give up,
Days like these,
When I stare and think,
Gazing at the wall,
silently cursing the dreams,
I carefully nourished..
Living this life is an end
That continues,
Beyond boredom,
Beyond pain,
Beyond numbness,
Life inching away...
Dreams destroyed beyond repair..
Days like these,
Wishing for optimism,
Fighting boredom,
Fighting obstacles,
To move on,
Till I can postpone...
Another day like today.
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