I STILL REMEMBER THE BOY:

Its very well said by someone that in a lifetime of a person there will come a time when he has to decide what war he is born to fight and when to fight.

And may be that situation is a divine one which is nothing but a gateway, which leads to his expedition of success..

“A dull rainy day, when the sky was grey
Roads were flooded and the mango man stray

Sitting in the corner of my balcony,
I was sad and full of agony.

I was toiling my eyes around,
When I saw a man with a boy on the ground.
Drops were falling from a nearby tree, as if crying
As the man was the father whose son was dying.

Got up from my chair, facing the sky I stare
And said, “ oh plz god that’s not fair.”

Sound of the traffic was so shrill.
Life was the predator. And the man its kill.
Only a cry was heard and rest everything got still.
And that was the moment, which shook my will.

That’s the worst misery of life,
People come and dream to fly.
Some people cry, some people fry
And some ask the reason why?
But there r only few, who really dare to try.
And so are called legends before they die.

Your soul is wood, make your fire.
let the flames spread wide ,with the oil of desire.
This world is a forest, with wolves around.
Which growl and howl and make fiery sounds.
Get your spark , burn the forest,
And cultivate your crops on a clear ground.

Your adrenaline should always rush.
And let the new blood enter your veins with gush.
Your aim is a spot, make a hole with drill
Putting a nail is your success, and the hammer your will.

When success is yours, then ask me what is life?
And I would say its nothing but a two end pipe.”
From one end we enter and from the other we drain
I still remember the boy, whenever it rains.