I let my nerves restrain more and more
I let myself wait more and more
I let my pores sweat more and more
Might be it would let me find my inner core
Might be it would let me differentiate rot and pure
Might be it would lead me to freedom-door
And today in the rapid race of life
In the false praise and frustrating strife
I too have got addicted for this dazzling yet shallow life
Moving in the same way, millions are running
Dreaming and desiring the same thing, millions are doing
And dying for love when so much love is raining
Have I not lost myself in the crowd of people?
Have I not become cripple due to race of being special?
Sometimes I feel to break all these invisible dazzling chains
And let my soul feel the unadulterated air outside these hollow dens
But my senses have become so dense
Its gravity is not letting me come out of the social-fence.
But one day I would, no more this life can lure
Life is so short; one must go for its cure.