Story of my life, tale of your life
All is same, sitting at the edge of knife.
Not always everything will rhyme,
But wait everything will come in line with time.
We hurry worry making life into a curry,
Then we cry aloud instead of putting them into bury.
We are the king we always think,
sitting on couch in our sweetest dreams,
Dreams alone are deceptive,
Dreams alone are unreality,
Dreams alone are fragile,
When they dissolve they breaks hearts.
But Dreams with passion are receptive
Dreams with action are reality,
Dreams with willpower makes it even,
Stronger than diamond.
Lets experience a journey,
That started from couch,
Destined to your desired dream,
Travelling through all roads,
Smooth or rough,
Travelling all day,
Finding your way through night,
Meeting lot of people,
Some attract you, some distract you,
Some will walk with you,
Journey we all take,
Only some reach its end.
Destination may appear very far away,
As you reach close,
Some force can pull you back,
Face valiantly those attack.
Close you eyes, hold breath,
Move forward when you,
Find some one patting your back,
You open you eyes,find someone unexpected
You utter "Hey you are my dream"
And she says "No my dear"
"Now I am Reality."
