Often I get confused when I walk…
Often I get stuck when I talk…
I don’t know where I am heading…
Neither do I know where I may end…
The only thing I know is my art…
That writes my heart out on paper…
And keeps on dying as the days go…
All I can do is to write and tear…
That makes me never sad and fear…
The fear of my dreams that never came true…
It’s time to tear and forgive the fear…
Forgive myself for not pushing in…
And walk the black pavements to give in…
My dreams, My love and everything that moves around…
---Amit Purohit (The Lone Soldier)
