Wandering on the roads,
Running by the sailing boats,
There i saw you sinking yet afloat.
Windy breeze in the grays,
There relax the blackish strays,
Eating sloppy in fast food trays,
Messy yet happy were those days.
Hefty and burdened sits my heart,
Everyday memories pin me darts,
Crawling my way to the new start,
I think i left you my half part.
Sinking in the pillow as the day ends,
Glasses topped with bourbon intends,
Lost family and friends,
Alas, Showcasing the happiness i pretend.
Sinking in myself letting you grow,
Like a boat stranded moves with the flow!
In the farm of wheat be my scarecrow,
Alike him scare away my sorrow!
Win the stage like the hero of the show,
As if the villan could never know!
Ups and downs could come and go,
Wide stays failure yet success stays narrrow!
Moving high you’ll notice the flow,
Yet running downhill stays a flaw!
Shinning bright emitting a glow,
Though not brighter enough you know!
Life in a cycle is slow,
Yet some live in huts and some own a bungalow!
Shubham Writes 