I am here at my place
in my room
with a sad face

surrounded with books
all around
and a lil bit dust
on the ground

my eyes are struck on the book
but my mind is on another cook
thoughts are roaming here and there
but there destiny is nowhere

thinking 'bout the pace of life
same as sharpness of a knife
knife can make anything divide
life can anytime make you aside

why are we busy
in these daily chores ?
why don't we listen
to the time roars ?

it is telling us again and again
once its over it never begins
its the only and only time
enjoy your life till deadline

never add days to your life
instead,add life to your days
and make it once again alive...