What
I may be saying
May
come as a surprise
As
it is unhabitual for me
To
think beyond my lines.
But
once and for all
I’ve
decided to cross them
Move
forward in my path
Face
life, in all its wrath.
Amazing
lines, people have already spoken
I
don’t know whether there’s more to say or hear
Yet
I feel unsatisfied , sort of irritated too
Having
to keep back what that’s in my mind.
And
how can I speak when no one listens?
Well
I have things to tell you
Things
like love and war and foul and fair.
Age
does not matter, does it?
How
many old, speak in sane?
They
blabber and they mumble
And
then jumble their words
To
not let us know
That
they’ve got nothing to say!
“What
you need to fear is fear itself”
But
the fear of fear is a fear in itself
Still,
fear is just a hindrance
It
does no good. Leave it behind.
Relations
matter, sentiments too
But
don’t let them chain you back
For
regret that gets in
Does
not leave you until death
After
death?
Please
don’t ask me. I do not know.
Love
anybody, but selflessly
Ask
nothing in return
For
selfish love is not love
But
just a form of barter.
Wars
are boring.
We
keep on repenting
But
it keeps on repeating.
Throw
off your weapons
Remember
Brother,
You
are better than just that!
But
all these things, I say
Do
they all matter anymore?
Listen
if you want to,
Hear
even if you don’t want to!
All
that matters is just you and me
And
the silence around us
Enjoy
it!
It
is invaluable.
- Ardhraprakash
(wrote in class 12, 2012)
