Now, if i ever had the pen, with which i could script my future, my wishes and desires, my choices and dreams…
I would have scribbled and scribbled and scribbled for ever…
Now, if i ever had the key, to the very next phase, to the tomorrow, to the unknown, to the dreams…
I would have opened a thousand doors…
Now, if i ever had the lock, that locked apart the fears, the tears and the weaknesses, all the scary dreams…
I would have locked myself with that…
Now, if i had that mask, that dress, that power, that strength…
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An incomplete creation as I can name a billion if’s and now’s and wishes, for this is human life and we all are humans. A never ending saga of desires and ambitions, from the moment he takes in his first breath of his own to the moment where he cries for just one more breath. If all these questions were to be put across in one sentence, shall i not ask where can i find Super Man’s Chaddi’s!
Nice poem Naveen! 1+ for last point :)
ReplyDeleteif wishes were horses
ReplyDeletewe would have no horse races..
All you want is a red underthing?
ReplyDeleteBut with the red underthing, u can do the un-do able & think the un thinkable!!
ReplyDeleteThanks Magiceye,suraj & purba..!!
ReplyDeleteNice... :)
ReplyDeleteLovely and energetic!! :D
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