My life was tranquil like a desert
Isolated and dried-up
Nothing could ever grow or
Shake my secluded thinking
Hiding or running way from everything
Carrying broken heart from my past
Surrounded by my haunting thoughts
Causing an illusion of protection
Each morning I woke up with decision to move on
At night realized I hadn’t moved at all
May be that’s the reason I like nights
They are more honest then days
Like a sand I had settle somewhere near a cactus
Burning myself with ignorance
You were a strong wind
Shaking up things on your way
Lifted me up as we swirled together
Inviting me to be a part of you
As we danced side by side
Changing my perspective of life
You had to pass through me
To reach your destiny
Shaking up my world
And you had to set me free
For your journey was just to wake me
And as you left
You had replaced broken pieces of my heart
With yours like a puzzle
Fitting perfectly like an art form
And I realized, you and me
We were like a sand storm
What if moon was just a black circle?
And stars were the reason it shined
If heaven is somewhere above?
Why do we burn or bury?
Earth revolves around the sun
Why are we circling around in the same place?
Even falling stars have grace
On every fall, why do we feel misplaced?
At first we cultured to survive and then started to live
But is living merely a struggle to survive?
What if we lose power to think and all we have is instincts
I am sure we would be dumb but wiser and kind
We use GPS everywhere we go to reach fast
But blindly follow path laid down by society in which we grow
A good question is good, if it has no answer to it
Wouldn’t war for land and resources be over?
If earth would shake it self and reshuffle everything once in while
Why do we have targets, goals and objectives?
Why is it so important to measure your life?
Does is it mean, simple is out of fashion?
In all this listening and observing
Have we lost how to feel?
What if animals had religion?
Imagine who would they sacrifice
Why it’s so easy to discuss then do
Everything is unique even we humans are
Then why do we compare?
Who should be called professionals?
Management students doing unskilled jobs
Or a boy creating handicrafts to sell
Isn’t it a biggest irony?
That long distance relationships are condemned
By those who work 12 hours a day
And their only conversation with each other is
Good morning and Good night
Its seem we all have set
Benchmark as hypocrites
And we are on the way
To set new records