Life is a mystry, life is asearch- but rarely we know what search . We remain child basically within

Day by Day, Every day


We rarely know who we are what we want in life
Mostly we remain unknown to us, mostly we fail
To identify our likes and dislikes, changes everything
In the moment next, like the season in horizon
Fertile earth converted into drought , smiles into tears
Life is process of change so dynamic, so volatile our
All our calculation and expectations , thoughts & colour
Yet we move on from one one event to another unknown

We are indeed in search……
Search for life, stability in relationships, money & love
Often all these seems to be fragile , yet we change our steps
Move on for the next., we may not or we may get ever them
That smiles we dream that caring hands we look for that elusive
Moments we expect to share from some one who is so exclusive.
Often there is a wait there is resolution life long .
We may yet wait for the next birth if there is enough conviction

Life is really a naughty child, never moves on a path we defined
Its beyond our calculation , its beyond all caution .Yet we need
to survive , need to walk from morning sun rise to evening sunset
we need to come out from our white shell on the street in the crowd
just to be lost keeping our tears in closely held secret,
move on to fight the road asphalts
day by day every day.