All About Life

I cannot help but to thank For so many things, and some for humiliation You have led and have taught and constructed I appreciate However, I feel there is a lack of vision At times which seems a lot pretentious The root to solidity is to respect the foot And when you have great power you do need a stronger root Not a blame game to play I would have responded Have I given up the will to breath You have all the goodness and I bet most are right I guess you didn’t see the picture through my perspective

It seems to be the calmness before the storm I am relaxed yet deep down there is an adrenalin rush Mutuality has closed in when the seams are tearing apart There is apparent fear of losing what never was mine The venerability of aspiration has knotted the extra weight There is a desire to assort but now that it beats in tandem It is a difficult walk to the shore

As another year comes to an end, we are again set to greet the knowingly unknown In fraction, we rewind and capture the tears and the smiles Hopefully at this crossroad, we all will make our own alters

It feels good to be back It is like resuming an old flight You are in a comfort zone, although some appliances are new The changes are almost bearable when you see the amount of water that has passed through the bridge I am a kid with the same anxiety as ever, to be at the basement, to do what friends do, together When you read the thread you realise although thin and at times tangled, the connections are rooted The place continues to bring out smiles, conversation and most importantly the feeling of being home At this juncture there is a need of an identity, the feeling of having a cushion when you fall There is no guarantee but it makes things in life so much easier You will continue to walk for the companion And I believe many of us will resume the flight again Till then adios ------- Kamal

It is the calmness before the storm I am relaxed yet deep down there is an adrenalin rush Mutuality has closed in when the seams are tearing apart There is apparent fear of losing what never was mine The venerability of aspiration has knotted the extra weight There is a desire to assort but now that it beats in tandem It is a difficult walk to the shore

The days of warriors and knights are long gone There are now mortal who goes for war Huge lines differentiate the past and present Only few inherit and glorify and become immortal

I have a feeling that things are not right today And probably it has been for a while Is my hand tied to set correct the tick or am I too lazy Feels like I am in a dream being architect by someone I know I am aware of the fall and the trap but I am living in pretention There is an awry of disgust and a lump in my throat Each beat of heart sends a chilling effect down my spine The ringing bell, it is the alarm ahead of a lullaby The eyes though stay open and see a friend depart Slowly as the figure disappear and I close my eyes I realize the sedate I have been into The passing time will hold us afloat and help create the portrait I will glance it occasionally and realize effectively I have taken it with the stride