A poet's perspective keeps moving from one thing to another at times it is different for same things . Love, lust, observe, teach and preach are all but shades of same colors because all of them have either come out of black or white.
Tomorrow is just a state of time. The ones who actually give it some meaning is the ones who change and evolve.
Such greatness the human history holds aeons of war and gazillions of lessons to be learned but then they are a part of history not to be touched when they should be. What do you say?
If you find a heap of happiness There is a prick of sadness Everyone has his own hard way But have to move, on they can't stay Time's tick n tock keeps going We have to be fast it's risky if slowing Change in attitude Loss of gratitude Growing up you … Continue reading Everyone Goes On
"what is that keeps the man going?" asks the rain falling at his feet. To this the man is a bit bewildered as to where should he begin from, so he ends up putting his thoughts in the form of poem.