Don't judge me because I am different
I breathe the same air as you
My blood is as red as yours
I sleep under the same canopy of stars as you do
The same sun illuminates my day as does yours
A child in distress pains me as much as it pains you
The same tears that burn your eyes, burn mine too
So what if I want to walk off the map
So what if I want to blaze my own trial
maybe tomorrow it becomes a well beaten path
So what, if I want to question the status-quo
Is it so wrong to question? to wonder why not?
Maybe I find something unknown
So what if I want wings
So what if I want to fly away from my nest
I am not leaving for good,
besides its a different view from up there you know
So what if your right, is my left
atleast I can see you and hug you whenever I want
Its better being face to face
I can see your smile better
Its easier for me to wipe your tears
Don't lead me, I might not be going where you are
Don't follow me, I am not too sure where I am going
Give me your hand, take mine in yours. Hold tight
Just stand besides me, yes thats just perfect
Walk with me, be my friend
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Life begins at night...
The day is burdened with things so mundane, that many a times it drags endlessly. Boring client meetings, presentations that just refuse to get over, office routine the suck the life out of even the most resilient of us. No wonder, the end of the day is looked forward to, with much yearning.
And like in relationships, the end of something dragging is often the beginning of something more interesting. The night, in this case. The dark creases of the night hold many joys, meeting with friends, to party all the night. Imagine partying during the day? Not much enticing is it, now? Wonder why all the concerts are at night? DJ’s spin their magic at night, pubs overflow at night, and cities come alive at night. The city never sleeps sounds much better than the city gets up early, doesn’t it?
At night time when the stars shine the brightest and moon weaves its magic, providing much fodder for the poets that lurk in each of us. More poems and songs are written on the moon rather than the sun!
It is at night, that the creatures of the night come out to play, even the demons of night are hard at work and encounters of the “spirited” kind are not too far away.
At night all inhibitions are laid to rest, checked at the bedroom door, if you will. The cloak of appearances and pretence is hung up to be worn the next morning.
To laugh, to shed tears of joy or regret, to smile unabashedly, without the judgemental eyes of others, what better time to do it but at night?
To renew promises to self, to gather oneself, to get the strength to soldier on, what better than under the cloak of darkness?
To slip into blissful slumber, to lose oneself in the private world of dreams, to get wings to fly, to let lose your deepest, darkest desires.
To unleash the subconsious to take a flight of fantasy, can the day offer such refuge?
And what about the best of all?
Night is the perfect time for lovers’ meeting. All inhibitions put to rest, the joy from someone else’s joy. To be entagled in a lover’s arms, to let the hand explore the bare skin, legs entangled, lips pressed against each other, and the explosion of bliss…can there be a better way to spend the night?
With so much going for the night…the day needs to surely pull up its socks!
And like in relationships, the end of something dragging is often the beginning of something more interesting. The night, in this case. The dark creases of the night hold many joys, meeting with friends, to party all the night. Imagine partying during the day? Not much enticing is it, now? Wonder why all the concerts are at night? DJ’s spin their magic at night, pubs overflow at night, and cities come alive at night. The city never sleeps sounds much better than the city gets up early, doesn’t it?
At night time when the stars shine the brightest and moon weaves its magic, providing much fodder for the poets that lurk in each of us. More poems and songs are written on the moon rather than the sun!
It is at night, that the creatures of the night come out to play, even the demons of night are hard at work and encounters of the “spirited” kind are not too far away.
At night all inhibitions are laid to rest, checked at the bedroom door, if you will. The cloak of appearances and pretence is hung up to be worn the next morning.
To laugh, to shed tears of joy or regret, to smile unabashedly, without the judgemental eyes of others, what better time to do it but at night?
To renew promises to self, to gather oneself, to get the strength to soldier on, what better than under the cloak of darkness?
To slip into blissful slumber, to lose oneself in the private world of dreams, to get wings to fly, to let lose your deepest, darkest desires.
To unleash the subconsious to take a flight of fantasy, can the day offer such refuge?
And what about the best of all?
Night is the perfect time for lovers’ meeting. All inhibitions put to rest, the joy from someone else’s joy. To be entagled in a lover’s arms, to let the hand explore the bare skin, legs entangled, lips pressed against each other, and the explosion of bliss…can there be a better way to spend the night?
With so much going for the night…the day needs to surely pull up its socks!
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