Friday, 12 April 2013
#12. To do what I love to do
They told me I were crazy
going out of on my way
to do what I loved to do.
Here so easy was it to be judged
and to judge, letting eyes scrutiny you
asking you what you were planning to
With your life.
I put aside my books and let my
imagination wield, letting to be taken
far from this place. So effortless was it
to fight this way, to have two dimensions-
one to dream and the other to stay.
The cruel words continued , the skeptics
spoke but here I was in my make do world,
oblivious to the doubts said.
Or maybe I should have stayed
rather than take the escape. I could
have shown to all those who hassle
instead of just play the scenes of my battles
in my mind again and again.
I could have done good then, justified
my love for what I loved to do.