Stress is a misnomer,
It's rather devine,
Don't thank me for the role I play,
Pleasure is always mine....
Insomnia is a piece of art,
Dream of it with open eyes,
Touch you must with a tender heart,
Breathe you may with slender sighs....
We live in illusion,
and die without a reason,
this is the fact of life,
essence of every season....
Smoke,the coke and fancy booze,
are all we need to cut loose,
a "weekend nest" is all it takes,
we need no tales for us to snooze....
Soul my dear is still the winner,
and minds race against the time,
we die to live and dive to fly,
following no rules is no crime....
-Vikrant Srivastava
1 comment:
Wao!!! Bhaiya....great!!! Why don't you restart writing masterpieces like this again? Please waiting for your new post....
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