Something which was already there since the start.
Many fond memories ran like a reel
Inside the projector of my heart
And then suddenly I started to feel
As if a sin had been committed on my part.
Old tunes stopped and strings never reverberated
Because I gave up on them,
Fallacy got me distracted.
I gave up on them.
Music was lost after a while
And I had to fill that void with noise.
We never love something which is not our style
6 old strings were my choice.
But now I am back and they are still there
Waiting to be played.
With old strings and new tunes I today declare
Resumption of my parade.
Even in the loudest nights now,
My tunes shall not fade.
We always return to the place we belong. We always find the things which are meant for us. Even though we walk away from them, life gets us back to them and it is at that moment when we realise that it was all meant to be.
Dear, an email just arrived. I shall have to take your leave, For I need to help the deprived. It’s time I Share what I received. My absence is indefinite as of now, I know it will be hard for you to bear. But dear, I am sorry. I made a vow, And vows are a beautiful love affair. They seek sacrifice and your man is brave, Times are tough but I shall face. Let me play my part and save, Just like you saved me once with grace. And even if I don’t return, we shall meet. There is no way for us to stay apart. You took care of me amidst that desert’s heat, And departed while on duty along with my heart. Let me play my part just like you did. You took 3 bullets but still didn’t bend your knee. So now I will close my eyes and extend my arms, For before I go on war, let’s dance, shall we?
This is his story. A story which created history. Very few know him, even fewer understand him and perhaps no one ever got to see the real him.
Who is he?
He is anyone, everyone, and no one.
This is our story. A story of which we all are a part of.
A con man with an uncommon genuine smile,
Predicating an image that is still unclear,
Is always facing some or the other trial,
For his mind has both courage and fear.
Humble at the very core but not so much on the skin,
Just like the world we so much adore, we too are on a spin.
And to win?, Con man must be a kin,
And so we all have this evil twin.
Passionate is another charm of time,
Without which nothing is fine.
Each step in life is like a line.
His story is for him to design.
To be truthful, not being truthful is alright,
For with situations we need to change our sight.
Lose if you must for trying is right,
His story speaks about everyone's fight.