Somethings i want to vent out,
Somethings i can’t vent out,
Somethings will go with me,
Somethings are just meant to be..
Try, try but don’t cry is too mainstream,
Ant just started walking down the hill,
More of others, less of you,
Life has defined the best color called Blue..
A night called dark, has vision so clean,
A morning laze, just ignored glee,
What makes you tough, can break you hard,
Just keep no dependence on thy heart..
We all so weak, we all so strong,
Situations laugh and makes us go wrong,
Stay happy, we all might think,
Is sometimes the only medicine..
No one so strange or may be can,
Some smiling shape of the sand clay,
Mould them you in any way,
A little death in every stay..
A mundane life and going too stray,
We have always too many shades of grey,
Two hands left which once were gay,
Just because nobody had the blame and a say..