Once...

Once in thousand decades, once in thousand years, once in thousand lifetimes,

Does one come into this world to see what lies in front of us in this world?

All one needs to do is, decide n capture what one likes…..

Alas! Even though we get all we aspire for, we die n leave all back here.

This is the magic of vicious-circle we are all trapped in, but how many of us actually want to take on to the life without ambitions…?

We all…look for the soul that feels the same…that has the same peace which we want to attain.

Truly, at least I believe, someone somewhere is made for us, who carries the soul similar to ours…n we see a friend in that frame.

The sack of gold.

The sack of gold.

Standing by the door, i see the passing moments on the road.
It is these moments that I cherish most.
Those were the golden days of my existence,
Thoughiexist even now, but ti is only the substance.
You were the essence, to cure to my miseries.

They say i have grown up, but still I cry,
still remember days in your lap, when u would calm me down,
and take me around to show the town.
Was it the child in me you tended or was it
The love you sowed in me?

I walk around like a sack that carried
The gold grains once upon a time,
But surely i walk with pride,
since i have been touched by gold.