A good friend gave me a suggestion, to invite guest writers to contribute to my blog. The idea would be to widen the appeal, provide a forum for more voices as well as a platform for people who might not want to create a blog-site for themselves.
What better way to start than to have my son be the first contributor!
Do we walk these roads liberally?
Do we ever run the streets free?
Are we ever doing what we want?
Or are we doing only what we need
Different hair, Different eyes
We are unique, none are the same
Diverse feelings, diverse lives
But all playing the same game
The vapid entities we once relied on
Dissipated in the air when we needed a hand
And we dug ourselves into the ground,
Because we were given no room to stand
Our decisions directed by others
Our paths set in stone
We feel solitary on this planet
Despite knowing we’re not alone
There are those out to vilify us
With no achievements of their own
And others who stand by us
Only if we’re sitting on a throne
We live our vacuous lives
Day after day
Until a sudden bright light appears
And illuminates the grey
It is then, that we open our eyes to the beauty that exists
And clear up the mist, to see what our eyes missed
A spontaneous zeal for life
The world seems so much brighter
And we rise into the atmosphere
After living within the fire
By Tushar Shroff
31st July 2012
3 comments:
Loved it Tushar. You have your fathers gift for writing. Keep it up
Nice one Tushar.
This is genius. Just genius
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