On the brisk of hope,
In the lap of love,
I made my world,
With a few curtain curve.
I hold the pillow so tight,
To see the dreams in my night,
And to go lost in the eternity no wise,
Forbearing nothing but just a creepy disguise.
Acted like a sis, like a daughter, like a friend,
Like a student, like a teacher and many more then,
Which role did I miss & which one did I hit,
Don't know but just trying compromising the fit.
Red while frenetic, sad when blue,
Pink in the happiness in everything I do,
Selfish at some points or asking other's bliss,
That's how confusing my very nature is.
Don't look into the past just keep moving on,
That's my mantra I am deeply holding on,
There would be a lot to say under my shining star,
But till now that's my story, my odyssey so far !
I found this somewhere inside my old diary while cleaning the clutter. The poem sounds a little lame but reminded me of the old forgotten colors of my life.
