N Wet Our Hands
What If We Are Wrong
We Always Take Our Stand.
We Wet Our Hands To Hold The Sand
But Life Is Not A Fairy Tale
To Use A Wand.
Every Word Has Meaning
Write With Pencil Or With Pen
But For Some Feelings...
Words Are Not Meant
We Just Try To Hold The Sand.
For Some-Memories Lies In An Old Pan
With Ginger Tea And Shoulder Of Friends
For Some It Comes In An Old School Van
Munching Each Other's Lunch
The Smell Of Pickles And Jam
Few Sweet :) Some Salty Mam :(
With Some It Takes Hand In Hand
Still In That Fade Pram
Grandpa's Favourite Land
And The Desire To Become A Gentleman.
We Try &Try To Hold The Sand.
Dreamy Eyes With Flooded Heart
A Blurred Mind And Things Apart
More Lights Could Distract A Man
A Looser May Burn
Winner Become Tanned
Sometimes Visible Sometimes Disappear
Every Joy Is Not A Good Cheer.
But..We Keep On Trying To Hold The Sand.
Life Is A "Can Of Worms"
But There Is A Worm In Every Can.
Here We Have To-Do List
For Tomorrow's Plan
Next Is Unpredictable
Every Holder Has A Desired Dam
Habit To Get Overwhelmed
One Wish Crosses The Boundary
Another Try To Land.
Can Anybody Tell?
For What We Ran.
Why We Try To Hold The Sand.
