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I wish some one told me..
The deep down is far forlorn
That here if alive,
merely alive we are and nothing more
still in the flow, moved by the row
trying hard still cant get slow
for the stream always is there
to propel the way it wants
and we just guide the way
chosen for us by the unknown..
the easiest is to flow with the flow
survive...persevere in the midst of clones.
I refuse that we are different..
for we think what we are made to..
for those who decide to row upstream..
the compensation comes in form of esteem..
and they bargain their lives for the same...
easily nobbled by the demons of fame.
What is life if not lived with life?
and What is Fame..
If acquired after zillion byzantine strifes?
For life would have been like living..
the way we would have wished..
may be we would have had fallen and failed..
still had learnt..atleast in a virtuous way...
I wouldn't have had wished..
only if someone had told me
that the wishes we wish fell into a wish bin
and are recycled into a disguised gin
and we accept them with all our heart
unknowing of the malefic work of art
When wishing and achieving is not the same..
and the distance is draconianly insane
for a few fortunates reach till the end
and rest are lost in the dreams of the zest.
Like the coals in fire they simmer the same
and fall like ashes while the few soar in the heavenly air.
I wish someday this will happen
that "they" will be forced to think..
what went wrong in our hardwired world
howcome they are thinking that "we" never had enabled?
That day perhaps "they" will reverse engineer
and in the process...accidently...will repair
us and the world they made
to tinker with..that we failed.
The day is far but I believe is not forlorn...
I wish someone told me
that this wish is the chosen one
to be heard and not trashed
that this one will rise and will not stay with ash...
That day will be when life will enliven
Yes that day..The Life Will Enliven.
I wish some one told me..
The deep down is far forlorn
That here if alive,
merely alive we are and nothing more
still in the flow, moved by the row
trying hard still cant get slow
for the stream always is there
to propel the way it wants
and we just guide the way
chosen for us by the unknown..
the easiest is to flow with the flow
survive...persevere in the midst of clones.
I refuse that we are different..
for we think what we are made to..
for those who decide to row upstream..
the compensation comes in form of esteem..
and they bargain their lives for the same...
easily nobbled by the demons of fame.
What is life if not lived with life?
and What is Fame..
If acquired after zillion byzantine strifes?
For life would have been like living..
the way we would have wished..
may be we would have had fallen and failed..
still had learnt..atleast in a virtuous way...
I wouldn't have had wished..
only if someone had told me
that the wishes we wish fell into a wish bin
and are recycled into a disguised gin
and we accept them with all our heart
unknowing of the malefic work of art
When wishing and achieving is not the same..
and the distance is draconianly insane
for a few fortunates reach till the end
and rest are lost in the dreams of the zest.
Like the coals in fire they simmer the same
and fall like ashes while the few soar in the heavenly air.
I wish someday this will happen
that "they" will be forced to think..
what went wrong in our hardwired world
howcome they are thinking that "we" never had enabled?
That day perhaps "they" will reverse engineer
and in the process...accidently...will repair
us and the world they made
to tinker with..that we failed.
The day is far but I believe is not forlorn...
I wish someone told me
that this wish is the chosen one
to be heard and not trashed
that this one will rise and will not stay with ash...
That day will be when life will enliven
Yes that day..The Life Will Enliven.