An immortal mark

Is my life some kind of playground

I ask to that phenomenon whom people

 generally address as God? ;

Is it simply a random chain of events

that leads to this or in front of You

a warrior needs to give up his sword?

Does it always need karma?

Which completes a circle and is back to me;

B’coz if it’s so, then I know so many who’ve wronged before Thee

They still live wonderfully

They’re as happy as I wanted to be;

I aint cunning and I can’t plot or plan

And I am tired of listening that

heaven’s where I belong;

It’s like showing gold to the hungry

who just wants a few morsels

He doesn’t care for those lovely songs;

I guess it’s time to wake up

from a deep slumber on me

by the worlds harp;

Let simply try and do a little more work…

let’s leave an immortal mark


"when all the doors are closed, simply build one and open it"