In chaotic state of doubt and desire,
When every materialistic and subjective things matter the most,
Bring it closer to your vulnerable heart,
And understand the rhythmic beat that you own.
Being merely prudent is a delusion,
Because there is no relative perfection,
Attain what you must,
For no one shares your own regret.
Don’t believe the folks when they utter,
That grey shades do occur in life,
Black and white is the choice,
And in all circumstances, choice was present.
Destiny moulds as you go,
Fate unfolds when least expected,
But can’t you do something to the withering flower,
That has been placed in your hands.
Thrust forward to run the mile if need be,
Plough the impossible grounds if you want to,
Break the barriers with nonchalant might,
Live the life in your own boundary less right.
Journey that has been cast may seem blurred,
Or easily attainable in companionship,
Whatever be the reason,
Even shadow refuses to follow you in the dark.
Why waste life on things you didn’t want,
Or things that were unattainable,
Why risk for things that were never meant to be yours,
Is running behind the pot of gold under a rainbow considered wise?
Same thoughts, why not fight for what you want?
Give the chance a chance in random,
Move the time in reasons of faith and hope,
And never give up for that one reason you wanted the most.
Miracles are made to occur,
Battles are avenged to fight,
Sometimes, let heart do the talking,
Things that the mind never has to know.
Don’t turn back to see the steps taken,
Deeds are never to be justified,
Sprint forward towards the dark unknown,
No one lied when they said life happens only once.
