We for Vigilante

Poets are liars,

Poet is a man.

The writer is a liar,

The writer is a man.

Sitting on the stairs

Glancing on the distant stars

Thinking about sound vigils

Asking myself for counsels

The counsels mulled for some money,

Which I didn't give.

The vigils evoked for a tally,

Which I didn't care.

The stars shined for an eternity,

Which I didn't notice.

And the stairway looked folly,

Novice as a shoe.

The Dream Loop

The one thing i realized from life is that it is full of opportunities.No matter what age you're in you always strive to become something in life.A child dreams to be like an adult.An adult dreams to be a child.There is always a to and fro motion between these two.But one thing is for sure,they always dream of the other. 

I think it is what keeps a dreamer be a dreamer.This overexposed idea of dreaming constantly fluctuate their decision making.Dreaming can bring us temporary high and calm our sense of mind.Our unfulfilled dreams and unorthodox ambitions.

We have to break this giant barrier and arise from what is underneath.If we keep ourselves stuck in this ever rotating loop make sure there is a kill switch in our hands.Because you should be the one always in control of what, where and why you dream.I hope your dreams come true.