Me, on the road alone…
Moving here and there…
Seeing the pretty sunshine
And people everywhere….
Heart speaks of lovely tales,
Of girls in my early teens
The eyes of males, regales
At the sight of their presence….
Heart speaks of my past dreams…
Of soaring heights I reached in them..
Changing the rules, ruling the realms..
To lead, by being the power’s helm.
Heart speaks of my friends…
Of priceless moments, passing with them…
That relation which never ends….
Which, to me, taught the meaning of life…..
Heart speaks of my first love…
The tingle I felt at my first kiss…
That angel, whom I badly miss now…
Once a moment she appear as tears in my eyes
Heart speaks of hurdles I crossed,
The trauma’s passed in which I braved,
Seeing the nerve I showed
Many a time, it fills with pride.
Heart speaks of the road ahead,
The miles to reach and the curves to face,
Always asking me to stay ahead
Me was running within me a race.
Me, on the road alone…
Moving here and there…
Faith and hope in the heart shine…
May be its called life, everywhere. Kalyan –27/11/07 8:00 am
