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What is it

Started with nothing but faith...
That one day I will be what I wanted to be ....may be late 
someone asked me "what is it ?"
that question Shooked me a bit 
because I had no definition 
it was like a unknown mission 
A Captain who just wants to make things right 
all he knew was that this version he had was strong and bright 
his heart was full of blooming light 
standing through nose cold and breezy nights 
even though he had no map or no GPRS
dreams was something he wanted to chase 
but still that question stood there unfinished "what is it ?"
this was the question which hit him when he was 12 
the time when most of them are either busy wining or dwell
when everyone was happy on the surface he wanted to break the shell
His teenage went thinking about life 
what is life ?  A sweet ice cream or sharp knife 
surrounded with all the problems and mess ....is there something human will love and feel pain a bit less? 
answer was all the small dreams in his eyes 
his dad told him that those are just fairy tales ...beautiful lies 
but he couldn't ignore that connection 
and the question still remain the same 
"what is it?" 
but maybe this question have no answer 
because humans are just freelancers 
who do stuff they love 
it needed no definition because there is no one they need to explain it to 
it is just a heaven their heart is connected to 
or may be the question itself is the answer 
keep on shining new 'what' after the completion of the last one 
this idea sounds so handsome 
look your heart have no language because it's sings the song 
you need to dance on the rhythm all along 
and there is not just one song your heart is singing 
one can have multiple dreams ..start thinking 
solitude is all you need 
Because it is something on which your mind feed 
ask yourself this one question when splitwise is all you see 
which option will you regret the least option A or option B ?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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