Making me wonder what's in store
The past, still throbbing, alive
It's hard, hard not to look behind
Yesteryear had happiness, it had joy,
Had friendships, independence ... but toying
Never found my place, struggled to identify
Where I should invest and convince myself why
I'm hard to please, but I tried hard
Give it all, held back a shard
In retrospect I'm happy I did - helped maintain sanity
I am to be blamed for my own naivety
Utopia is called that for a reason
Beautiful Spring can't be the only season
I tried to dig hard to find honesty
To forgive, to forget, without indemnity
But everything you wish for doesn't come true
Lessons learned in life are often shades of blue
Trying to end this post with something wise
In the words of One Republic "It's too late to Apologize"
1 comment:
Hey Gaurav,
Good to see you blogging again ... albeit less frequently though ... will miss u the next time we are on our way to Sarvana Bhavan and call you at that time to ask u "kidhar hai haggu?" :)
As Francis Ford C would say "Stay gold ponyboy" .... and as we all would say for just abt anything ... "LETTTTTAAAAAAYYY!" ;)
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