Thoughts flutter throughout the day. Few stay, few flit, few need to be celebrated. Thoughts are man’s gift, valuable enough to cherish for infinity. In a hope to immortalize those thoughts, I etch words onto this blog wishing all the way to carry them further into the world.
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.
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imagination,
justify dreams.,
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Better to be happy doing what you love, than unhappy knowing you could be doing it.. Good poem! :)
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