Roles intended
A banker, a poet, a lawyer a doctor,
These are just mere roles we play for parts intended,
In the end, what are we but just specks of dust,
Flitting around to find yet another space, a cover, a shield
for our soul’s immortal!
Peering Eyes
Photocredit : Sahil Fauzdar Carefree, careless, without a damn of the world I want to feel the breeze caress my cheeks, To walk into the waters without the fear of being drenched To dance to the tunes created by the symphony of the kids w aiting for their turn to plunge into the waves! I refuse to notice the peering eyes watching my every move from the bridge above Waiting to pounce on me to follow the rules laid by them To be part of the realms of complications created by them I just want to do as I please, to follow my heart To break free from the grids surrounding me I want to move on, to be ME To love the simple pleasures which life provides Without a hitch or a call to be restrained To be once again the wide eyed little girl Who wondered at the amazement of the world Exploring, prancing, giggling Creating bubbles of warmth around Loving what life has to offer rather than dreading - what next? Here I am at the shore...
Great!
ReplyDeletePhenomenal!
Superb!
I like this...trying to see if anonymous comments works -
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ReplyDeleteThe world is a stage and everyone here are players . They come on the stage to play their role and then go behind the curtains. What a beautiful way to craft the players as bankers and lawyers to make it more meaningful. ...Cheers
ReplyDeleteWell said....talking about the roles...some are chosen by us, some arrive unknowingly step by step, others arrive unexpectedly, the ones chosen by us, we enjoy.
ReplyDeleteThe irony with the roles that we enjoy ...when they move on...we do not want them to let go...as theres so much more we want to do to bring life into these roles to give them the name, fame and fulfilled happiness.