Let me live the way I can…
And let my dreams swell insane
Late night coffee sips and mental drifts…
Some lights; loud sounds; my table mundane
Let me love the way I can…
Cozy afternoons dripping in rain
My old scooter and the feather touch…
Rolling eyes; Ice creams; walking the deserted walk ways...
Let me lead to love the way I can…
Living apart with the pain all slain
The soul striving harder to the roads…
All lost; found and lost again
Let me dream the way I can…
Piercing the clouds;
Prickling the skies…
And picking the stars once again
Let me die the way I can…
Let it be magnificent the way it can
And let these words be the epitaph…
Let the world wait to see me again…!
Surat, 11:57 pm
It is raining! Often I write at the end of my odes something about my mental stance that made me to write the ode. But this time I am running out of words. I actually don’t know what made me pen this. Is it the directionless way of living or the well crafted foreseen failure I fear, I deem…
It is time to hear my favorite track from the film ‘Udaan’. It’s called Azaadiyaan…!
Let me set myself free…!
Amit Purohit The Lone Soldier
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