Sad today, scared tomorrow,
It's like one of the everyday things.
and not just me, it's everyone,
Suffering from the worrisome clings.
So I decided to gather them all,
and make a universe different,
Where crying is the breathe,
and happiness the hunt.
I saw even the horizon as a sad face,
While I walked the miles down.
I stumbled on life and fell then found,
Universe's face off the frown- it's a smile upside down!-
Once upon a time,
Lived a virus more than enough!
A man ate a bat with it, then,
and lives ended with cold and cough.
You already know the sour grapes,
and the carrots that take to sleep.
Fox didn't take the blame there,
Neither did the hare weep.
But in this story I tell you,
There's just a simple task,
No races to run or judge,
Please just wear your mask.-
I'll accept the present,
But still the past I can't bear.
It's already in the frames hanged,
On my mind walls I stare.
It's true that it was,
and it is today to prepare.
But everyday it'll be 12 am,
Time will circle back to unfair.
But, we are enough to handle
what the life scares.
It's all a rollercoaster,
It'll be fine, take care!-
All sorted and neat,
Even if we pretend.
The end of chaos around,
Is the start to inner mend.
The mornings all bright,
and afternoons brighter.
Are functioned to charge,
The inner fighter.
Slowly as the day,
Stops to light.
The arranged bed,
Is messed again at night.-
Have you ever wondered,
What colour this world was?
All the things little to huge,
Had their own shades and flaws!
Who coloured it so aptly,
Artly beautiful as they are!
Guessing it to be the relation,
Between each sparkling star.
As relative to each other,
All hues the universe chose.
The relation between you,
Is what colours your rose.-
People don't prefer giving flowers,
To express love these days.
As they don't depict the concept,
Of forever they want to phrase.
But time's never enough,
For anything to exist always.
Everything has its own time,
Its own little forever phase.
Alike flowers have their own,
Vigour, beauty and amaze.
In destined time they promise,
Their forever in romantic ways.-
Hello to all busy existing,
I am here to tell you a tale.
Of the era long back in time,
Where there was none to fail.
All intellectuals and scholars,
Resided in the same space you do.
They read, discovered and created,
The real, existing and new too.
Yes, they didn't fail to continue,
The cause to go with their aim.
It sounds unreal, right?
To be what they became.-
Language was first taught,
With grammar and rhymes.
With simple spellings,
In simpler times.
The letters to best friend,
and cards handmade;
Perfectly printed the words,
Our innocent hearts said.
Slowly it remained only in exams,
To explain all we understood in brief.
No words or ways were allowed,
Later to express nothing called grief.-
The colours you loved back in time,
Do you remember the reasons why?
Some were of the things you loved,
and some of your imaginary sky.
Was that blue or red or purple?
Of the flowers in pots you drew;
Or green or yellow or orange,
Of each rise and set seen new.
So many colours existed then,
In palettes, brushes and minds.
Who mixed them all to grey
and called 'stable' the one who finds?-
Waiting for the dawn,
To be the start over the ends.
Waiting for the dusk,
To end the start of pretends.
Waiting for the sounds,
To be louder than the mind.
Waiting for the breeze,
To flow everywhere but behind.
Waiting for the rains,
To storm away this present.
Waiting for the storm,
To help me forget all it meant.-