Here is an excerpt from a poem I wrote to myself just before my entrance exams...I speak of my friends, maybe my crush, and my goals. It does sound a bit elementary now, but it still manages to instil the same old zeal in me when I read it over and over again...So I thought of preserving it in a blog...



My Life is a never ending show,
come whatever may, I must go
Striving for my destiny, with pains I grow
all along this path, lonely, I must follow..

Among the innumerable people I meet on my way,
some stay in heart for sure,
Showing you their worlds through their eyes,
their hearts, full of compassion, and oh! so pure

I, but, am a wanderer,
I can't stop there,
They are real people, not paintings
that one could always admire and stare

With them I laugh,
With them I cry,
With just their memories in my mind,
I must someday bid good-bye

My goals are clear,
Achieving them is sure,
For even if I need to bear,
all pains, Surely, I'll endure

P.S. : Since democracy allows anyone to speak for own-self, I know what some of you ass-holes might be thinking of commenting now. It is NOT an english translation of Tanha Dil by Shaan. It is a feeling, a thought, a composition all of my own and I am not concerned if it resembles anything else you might've heard or read somewhere.

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