What? Bhai Kya?
What is it that runs in my blood?
What is it that thrusts my soul?
What keeps me going?
What's my self, my being?
Is it the wind on my face,
or the droplets on my skin?
The friends still belonging
or the road to be travelled?
The love of my folks
or the sheer insanity of jokes?
The playfulness of a sport
or the rawness of an emotion?
The incline of a mountain
or the vulnerability of a river?
The revelrous elation of wine
or the self indulging memories that blind?
The ghost of the fervent past
or the dreams of future?
The abyss of knowledge
or the gulf of lives around ?
The world that beckons me
or the haunting rhythm of life?
What is it that runs in my blood?
What is it that thrusts my soul?
What keeps me going?
What's my self, my being?
What is it that thrusts my soul?
What keeps me going?
What's my self, my being?
Is it the wind on my face,
or the droplets on my skin?
The friends still belonging
or the road to be travelled?
The love of my folks
or the sheer insanity of jokes?
The playfulness of a sport
or the rawness of an emotion?
The incline of a mountain
or the vulnerability of a river?
The revelrous elation of wine
or the self indulging memories that blind?
The ghost of the fervent past
or the dreams of future?
The abyss of knowledge
or the gulf of lives around ?
The world that beckons me
or the haunting rhythm of life?
What is it that runs in my blood?
What is it that thrusts my soul?
What keeps me going?
What's my self, my being?
posted by jsha at 10:31 AM
1 Comments:
thank god you wrote at last...and good one..the conflicts are all really there but there are some things that ill second...some frnds will always belong and yup...your jokes are insane...though they are very few now :(...where is the laughs?
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