The Real Me
I do not know what has become of me
is not the nature with which i was born
a moment of happiness a moment of sorrow
all in a moment is gone
I miss the nature i was known for
i really miss what i was
searching for the real me
searching for its cause
When i look nowhere
and think of nothing but absolute
they think me in grave worry
as if i am but destitute
I really miss fun part of my life
which escaped from me itself
replaced by an urge to know myself
leaving me all alone with no ones help
Now my all relations are at stake
for my indifferent attitude
everyone wishing me to be normal
for which everyone is ready to contribute
Its hard for me to judge my way
with two ways for me to go
gain back my jolly nature
or learn to know myself for the nature to bow
GOD has sent me yo this world
to indulge into all worldly acts
if HE wanted me to know the absolute
HE would himself have told all the facts
So i think must live this life
with all my jolly nature within me
to enjoy all pleasures of the world
with no reservations in my mind letting myself free.
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