I hear people say
‘LUCKY YOU’ with dismay
Explaining their why
With heavy heart they cry
Sufferings and Pain
Incurred by my poor soul
They do not see
My passion for the goal
When will the world understand
it’s never the luck projected at the first hand
Invisible stairs filled with thorns
Leading to the roses singing beautiful songs.
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A series of yoga poses
in a flow
giving the heart peaceful roses
with thorns attached with misty glow
So ruined at times the mind feels
Disgusted thoughts with no place to scream
This series of poses relaxes me
Inside Out the body is relieved
Now the skin glows with the inner shine
Thoughts flow in a proper line
One should try it out as it is the need
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where can I find them?
to fill life
fairy tales with demons
fighting like the tomb raider
killing dangerous species
acting as a savior
dinosaurs sound amazing
godzilla in my city roaming
riding on the Hercules’ Pegasus
watching the world from a long distance
where are these magic beans?
if not beans then a wand will suffice my needs.
to enter this fantasy world
so profound I dont want anything more and above
come to me my powerful wand
take me to get lost in my magical cloud
lost and composed in my bed
physically unwilling to stretch and shred
pondering to solve my own puzzle
finding the missing pieces to complete this mental hustle
normal for me will never be a choice
choosing paths by the help of inner voice
nurturing self assuming everything is good
life, is it the way it should?
preferences change with time
situation acts like the partner in crime
what next is in the planner to flow with the past in rhyme
battling with self to find out what will make me to shine and chime