As i gaze through the window

Towards the sky I realise

How gigantic one’s life is

No matter how much crystal clear it seems

But the truth lies that after every entrance there is another door and a door and again a door

Just like the sky deep deep within

All this point in time I was more than convinced

 of where I was taking my being

 But today I sense left out, out of my own life

Out of track.. Out of dreams or whatever u dub it

I dreamt throughout the voyage of life

But it seems as if it’s today that I phizog the reality

From the coast you cannot measure the depth of the sea

Likewise only in dreams you cannot craft your life

Today when I stride out of my castle in the air

I vision a boulevard full of thorns and guns and blood

Every time I walk I bleed

The more I walk the more I bleed

The passion that helped me breathe is vanishing

But the dreams still remain

A dream of success

A dream of courage and a dream of love

All stuck in the heart

But no guts to act,

But a scarlet paper

to pen what I feel

I am reaping what i sowed

With no place left for complains.

Life is what I made it

and it is what I mean it

Waiting for the last entrance of my life

Where i can just sit down

With no popcorns and no cokes

Watching the theatre of my life

Holding my own hands

On the road of thorns

Bleeding every time I walk

As I gaze through the window

Towards the sky I realise

How gigantic one’s life is ....