Thursday, September 25, 2008

Life or something like it . . .

( The title is the name of a Angelina Jolie, I saw sometime back. Wanted to write Something in the same context from a pretty long time. Finally got enough material to justify the title)

The sun rises, a new day has come.
A new day, a new beginning.
The cocoon breaks and the butterfly emerges,
Spreading new light, new colors.

You can be what you want to be,
Define life to a TEE,
Thats living life in VEE,
And thats when life stings you back like a bee.

A plane flies in the sky,
Fly , Fly like a bird, like an eagle,
Soar the skies, cut through the air,
It only takes a speck of dust to rip it apart.

Reality strikes then one day,
Cracking all the glasses,
Like throwing a boulder into the still water,
Reverberating, pulsing off the waves.

You are all of 25, All matured, overworked, all tired,
You are left all alone in absolute isolation,
Is it just the attraction that kills,
Or the total misadventure me,
Relationships that I kill.

I think therefore I am goes the slogan,
But I am because of the circumstances,
I am what the world has made me,
I am not what I always wanted to be.

Life is all about chances,
Or rather all the unused chances,
Chances one should take to be happy,
Or rather chances not taken to remain free.