Habits

We are not the product

But additions of our actions

And the small ones that we call habits

Often add up more and beyond

Most monumental of our efforts

Tomorrow

Learn to dream

Yet not be consumed by them

Let them fire up your heart

Yet, let it not burn your soul

Tomorrow may be the day

When your dreams would hatch

But it’s always today

Where it is conceived

Faith

Can you take the leap of faith?

Jump off a cliff hoping,

That you would indeed grow wings;

There is then a chance my friend,

That you may fly,

Before you fall and die.

Content

It’s only in pain,

That I find my voice

I can either be a man of content

Or a poet of lament

Irony yet

It’s only in my writing

I find content

They say heaven and hell are forever

Its only earth that won't last that long

Your days out here are counted

So make sure you make them count

Half of it will be lost in the night

So don't let go what’s left without a fight

not in pursuit of some blind ambition

Or in some rat race of your own creation

But fight to fell what he'll or heaven is life

what is your worth

If you wish to sell yourself

Make sure you know your worth

The world for sure is a tough bargainer

But it’s always you who calls out the price

It doesn’t matter, how much your words weigh

Nor does it matter what it convey

If there is any deeper meaning or purpose hidden

Or they are just some wayward thoughts written

All that matters is if you feel happy

Writing down something that simply sounds crappy

For you sing for no one’s ears

It’s only your soul that’s here to hear

Change

No, man can’t be moulded

Or cast in any die

For it’s not pressures without

That changes man

But the presence within

Changes are not tattoos on our skins

But outgrowths of our souls 

If all you care is claps

And you work only for applause

And if you believe

That world is a stage

Its not a bad construct of reality at all

You can succeed, find happiness

It’s all well with your belief

But just, that you have placed

Your happiness in others hands

Cherish innocence while it lasts

Cherish innocence while it lasts

For it never comes back

Sooner or later everyone grows

While few grow wise, most grow blind

Either ways, seldom does then one chase butterflies

Or wonder why sky is so high

Count stars or chase shadows

Believe in fairytales and let its magic unveil

Irony it is that one can gather

These words only with regrets

For it shall make no sense to a child

Not until the ignorance is lost