The Walk

I still remember the walk I took,

After my school, towards the forest.

The magnificent beauty in every nook,

Mesmerised me like a song to chorist.

 

The trees, the grass and the flowers

Were looking so beautiful.

Seemed like blissful showers,

Under which hours could be delightful.

 

Under the spell of bountiful nature,

I got disturbed by the ring of my duties,

Telling me to watch my time and be mature,

Confronted by real life cruelties.

 

At that point, the bitter dogma was realised,

Life is a race and many are to be beaten.

There is no time for things to be relished,

Save yourselves from being eaten.

It’s Never Too Late

It’s never too late,

My best friend said this in the phase,

When thoughts were in doubt

And future was on stake.

Dreams are like poetry in motion,

If you don’t realise them, my friend

They will turn into

Utmost dilution.

This is the dogma of the world.

Follow your dreams, make your own path.

Then each day will be a steam bath.

Why don’t you realise?

Happiness will be the ultimate prize.

The goal, the prize you always craved,

It can lead to your name being engraved.

It’s never too late,

To realise your euphoric fate.

At the end,

Age is just an illusion

That shouldn’t be misused

For your dreams’ avulsion.