When I say I have nothing to do,
I speak it without much ado,
Nothingness is what sums of my life,
Everything that I have done and
everything else I intend to.
I am always blamed of pessimism,
of dark thoughts and blank screens,
The ships I board sink before sailing,
For games that I lose before start..
and debates I give in before arguing
I still wonder what does all this mean..
My dreams gets hazy in the fogs of idealism,
Things I speak is just the reality
Matters I think bear human sanctity
without any color and taste of saccharine.
Bare pristine facts of life,
some buried... some still dying,
and some waiting for their turn of time
All are but one for a slime.
So ephemeral dreams are
just like the rainbows;
hide they do under the glare and shine
as our existence sinks in the sands of time.
Because dear nothing last forever..
Life flies and the Rest are just lies..
The flower that has blossomed once..
forever dies.
Interred with it all are egos and ethos..
Our false pride and clustered ghettos.
Every step we put forth
on this uncharted path,
reveals one root to peace and
three of wrath.
Peace is what we require..the rest is but we desire..
hatches of austerity paves the ground
for castles of hedonism to boast around
Deep asleep in the beds of materialism
They smirk at me for my naive idealism.
But happy I am for all my deeds,
Not foolish enough to trade my peace
For the gleans of wealth is someone else's need.
A Soother mind and a calmer soul..
is all that I traded with life.
For all the battles we fight.
The rewards find no one to share
Here is today and there tomorrow stare..
Everyone shuns life with the same attire.
The castle and hatches aren't worth of a dime
As the soul gets buried in the lap of time.
My words might sound bland for those of not my kind,
One line of truth from the useless mind,
All that we fight for is nowhere to find,
As the shackles of time are hard to unwind.
I wrote this on my last day at BOC.It was summer time and one of my colleague was surprised how could I write such gloomy thoughts in an oven-fresh morning.Hence the name
I speak it without much ado,
Nothingness is what sums of my life,
Everything that I have done and
everything else I intend to.
I am always blamed of pessimism,
of dark thoughts and blank screens,
The ships I board sink before sailing,
For games that I lose before start..
and debates I give in before arguing
I still wonder what does all this mean..
My dreams gets hazy in the fogs of idealism,
Things I speak is just the reality
Matters I think bear human sanctity
without any color and taste of saccharine.
Bare pristine facts of life,
some buried... some still dying,
and some waiting for their turn of time
All are but one for a slime.
So ephemeral dreams are
just like the rainbows;
hide they do under the glare and shine
as our existence sinks in the sands of time.
Because dear nothing last forever..
Life flies and the Rest are just lies..
The flower that has blossomed once..
forever dies.
Interred with it all are egos and ethos..
Our false pride and clustered ghettos.
Every step we put forth
on this uncharted path,
reveals one root to peace and
three of wrath.
Peace is what we require..the rest is but we desire..
hatches of austerity paves the ground
for castles of hedonism to boast around
Deep asleep in the beds of materialism
They smirk at me for my naive idealism.
But happy I am for all my deeds,
Not foolish enough to trade my peace
For the gleans of wealth is someone else's need.
A Soother mind and a calmer soul..
is all that I traded with life.
For all the battles we fight.
The rewards find no one to share
Here is today and there tomorrow stare..
Everyone shuns life with the same attire.
The castle and hatches aren't worth of a dime
As the soul gets buried in the lap of time.
My words might sound bland for those of not my kind,
One line of truth from the useless mind,
All that we fight for is nowhere to find,
As the shackles of time are hard to unwind.
I wrote this on my last day at BOC.It was summer time and one of my colleague was surprised how could I write such gloomy thoughts in an oven-fresh morning.Hence the name
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