Long on the whirlwind road, in your vision to be the on the other side
I see myself, closed ones and others on this daily ride
An illusion people say; a trial which humans need to pass.
Who decides who would be where on the starting grid?
Who decides who will cover a greater distance?
A world hidden in its own world, world just poignant at its fate
If life is at an equal pedestal for all, then why such vagaries.
Why a life just to fight the life around, each day a struggle
Oh I see, one of those days..............
When nothing seems all right; nothing seems to be in place
But everything is in place!!
Though out of shape and deeply rooted to give way to existing way of life.
God's a composer and no one can escape forced submission to his tunes sometimes...
Cheers to this dance floor called life….
Friday, October 19, 2007
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