Choices are rare, the world is huge
Expectations sublime, the feeling of oneness subtle
The sleep of peaceful existence taxable in many
Shuts off the eyes of all eternal longings
A small heart, a big smile dominates a thousand
Realities. Clouds of smoke rise to create beauty
A small slip of content, a magnanimous love
Ignorance of life to understand the stakes...
Choices are yours, my friend. Choices are hard!!!
An equation of robustness kills all wishes of late
To parry on, for mortgaging the sweet surrender
Serendipity to carry on, and keep on the smile
A smile faked in thousands of flowery falsifications
That you forget that your choices aren’t many
Deep in my dreams of colours, I saw the promise
Of darker ambience, the heart getting corrupt
I try to rise above the fallen towers of Minuscule
With arms risen in air, and a heart of filthy rich
What unaware are we in the midst of hostiles.
Life carries on in bloodshed and love,
It’s that emptiness each day I succumb hard
Regrets of what possibly could once inspire
The lips to sing, the eyes to smile and tears to flow
Like the great plains of African Nile, sturdy
A heart with flowers of incompleteness dancing
In the sunrays of inherent object completion
Satisfaction, fruition and endless gallantry.
Those choices are eternal. Choices are your chances
Choices are the horns of you dilemma, a cog
Choices are what you ought to live for, live for or die...
Choices are your creativeness, your dominant ideals
Your immortality. Choices corrupt, potent
The influential drive to script your names on shores
Choices are your chores, your tuning, and your lark
They are dark... they are the radiance, but
Whatever it may be,
Your Choices are choices, after all...