Wondering where the beauty lies in life,
Where is that horizon which we are suppose to aim,
Where are those untouched paths of hardship,
That will lead me to what they term as destiny.
Waking up every morning,
Slipping into the shoes of an unknown girl,
Smiling at every small movement,
Trying to understand his overall intentions!
They’ve said that the world is but a stage,
They’ve said that we are but puppets,
They’ve said a hundred other things,
Which probably layman like us, shall never digest!
In this journey called life,
I don’t know if we are puppets or actors.
But i know for sure that walking,

On these cement roads brings me to an end.