blazeofglory
05-03-2008, 09:43 AM
Think of a moment in which you lose the power of thinking
And you live with a mind that is not working fast
You are hemmed in a world that is too fast
But you can not speed up with the moment
Think of a moment you are totally guiltless
But you are charged with blames and accusations
you want to prove that you are impeachable and unsullied
But you lost the power of logic and the words
Your heart knows you are flawless
But you lost to those who are more argumentative
And can arm themselves with better ideas.
The world is not for the weak
You know it but you can not help
You know money is power
But you can not make it
You know the cliche " survival of the fittest"
But you are compelled to be a misfit
Think of a moment your living is meaningless
But you still drag your life
For death is not that easy for you
But you live, for you are helpless
you live, just the way life goes
For life is not a thing that can be framed in an idea
Life goes on and we do not know why
It goes on and on as far as it intends
Life is a force, a quiver
A moment or none of these rubbishes
Whether you fall in a vortex of woes or in an ocean of joys
Life goes on and on
Bereft of thought and philosophy
We symmetrize things and seek for order
But life is not order or nor orderless
God is within the scope of life
The unthinkable may happen and life goes on and on
And you live with a mind that is not working fast
You are hemmed in a world that is too fast
But you can not speed up with the moment
Think of a moment you are totally guiltless
But you are charged with blames and accusations
you want to prove that you are impeachable and unsullied
But you lost the power of logic and the words
Your heart knows you are flawless
But you lost to those who are more argumentative
And can arm themselves with better ideas.
The world is not for the weak
You know it but you can not help
You know money is power
But you can not make it
You know the cliche " survival of the fittest"
But you are compelled to be a misfit
Think of a moment your living is meaningless
But you still drag your life
For death is not that easy for you
But you live, for you are helpless
you live, just the way life goes
For life is not a thing that can be framed in an idea
Life goes on and we do not know why
It goes on and on as far as it intends
Life is a force, a quiver
A moment or none of these rubbishes
Whether you fall in a vortex of woes or in an ocean of joys
Life goes on and on
Bereft of thought and philosophy
We symmetrize things and seek for order
But life is not order or nor orderless
God is within the scope of life
The unthinkable may happen and life goes on and on