That's when we were free...

When we laughed without a care in the world, 
Our masks let gone of; 
All our fears vanished into the thin air.
That's when we actually met, 
That's when we were free...

The Young & The Wild...

You wander like a nomad in your youth. You follow the wind, see seasons change...
And then, marvel at nature's secrets.
They tell you to stick to the lines,
But you're quite the mischievous hopper, aren't you?

With the heart of a wild child,
You laugh at all those falls.
Even with the pain, you muster up some courage.

Perhaps, the boundaries are meant to protect
But the world beyond fascinates you...

You create your own directions, The walls can't hold you back.

What is it that you're looking for?

What is it that you’re looking for?

What makes you twist and turn all night long?

Why not content with what’s on your platter,

When the rest have bowed down to the worldly ways?

A prism of thoughts, as unsettling as water;

And all that pondering never ceases to rest…

So you start digging on your own,

Picked those muddled up pieces here and there

Something’s still missing, it always has...

The journey’s long and weary,

That feeling of fulfillment is a distant dream.

The picture still isn't clear;

You wait for the colours to fill in…

Yet they made you walk along that hazy stretch,

You wandered like a curious nomad, ran to quench your thirst

But the mirage won over you at first;

Soon you learned its trick and leveled the scores.

Those sore feet took you on for miles and miles,

But what could beat the flight of thy mind?

It’ll hunt for the hints and leave its trails behind…

Not even the stones can weigh you down now;

You’ve come too far ahead of those second thoughts,

Much beyond the reach of ifs and buts…