Among the several millions that rush towards a hallucination, I am just one. every step i take ahead leaves behind a mark and to be judged on that mark is what hallucination is. Whenever I have been put into a forgettable place, in the darkness I seek my thoughts, in the cold i seek my destiny, in the black i seek my freedom. Life has its own roller coasters which move on its own beats, rushes on its own fuel, falls on its own might and to be riding on that is what freedom is.
Into another darkness I move now, without a clue which way the roller coaster's going. Every morning I see a bunch of children sleeping on the footpath, dirty, filthy and yet on their faces is a smile that costs them nothing. Right next to them were walking well dressed children going to some big shot school to learn how to get rich, how to stay clean, and how to build footpaths. I wonder which way the roller coaster went for them for inside those heavy bags are expensive notions and on the footpath are worthless dreams. After all, to be on the wrong side of fortune and yet find a reason to smile while the whole world rests on a string of hope is what dream is.
I am now in a city with a 100 million others. Not one soul here cares about that number, not one soul would worry that their lives are as hard as a feather. But within each one here lies a dream, a dream that refuses to fall, on which clings each day of their lives. An unperturbed and an un-quenching thirst to succeed, and an unnerving yet un-erasable will they call Faith. After all, to be walking on a road of unknown lengths holding on to a feather of hope, while hurdles drain away your strength, is what Life is.
Here I am standing on a platform waiting for a train. The train that has delivered the dreams of millions in this city and robbed the millions of many lives. On this platform stand several others like me, waiting for a miracle to change their lives, but deep within they know it well that if every day is a struggle then deep within they are
warriors. Among them I stand without a clue of life or how it will be ahead and all I have is a bag full of notions, a mind full of dreams, a heart that clings on to a hope, and a smile that costs nothing.
As the train finally arrives, I close my eyes and let myself free and let that flow of time take me to the ride of the roller coaster, a roller coaster called Life.
Into another darkness I move now, without a clue which way the roller coaster's going. Every morning I see a bunch of children sleeping on the footpath, dirty, filthy and yet on their faces is a smile that costs them nothing. Right next to them were walking well dressed children going to some big shot school to learn how to get rich, how to stay clean, and how to build footpaths. I wonder which way the roller coaster went for them for inside those heavy bags are expensive notions and on the footpath are worthless dreams. After all, to be on the wrong side of fortune and yet find a reason to smile while the whole world rests on a string of hope is what dream is.
I am now in a city with a 100 million others. Not one soul here cares about that number, not one soul would worry that their lives are as hard as a feather. But within each one here lies a dream, a dream that refuses to fall, on which clings each day of their lives. An unperturbed and an un-quenching thirst to succeed, and an unnerving yet un-erasable will they call Faith. After all, to be walking on a road of unknown lengths holding on to a feather of hope, while hurdles drain away your strength, is what Life is.
Here I am standing on a platform waiting for a train. The train that has delivered the dreams of millions in this city and robbed the millions of many lives. On this platform stand several others like me, waiting for a miracle to change their lives, but deep within they know it well that if every day is a struggle then deep within they are
warriors. Among them I stand without a clue of life or how it will be ahead and all I have is a bag full of notions, a mind full of dreams, a heart that clings on to a hope, and a smile that costs nothing.
As the train finally arrives, I close my eyes and let myself free and let that flow of time take me to the ride of the roller coaster, a roller coaster called Life.
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