I wish I could be lost for a while.

Sometimes when I stop and rest for a while, and
      Breathe to inhale the scent of the surroundings,
                                            not just to live.
      Look around to adore the beauty of Life,
                                            not just to gain.
      Feel the happiness behind the smiling faces,
                                            not just to pretend.
      Listen to the rhythm of the gentle breeze,
                                            not just the sounds of rush.
      Adding to the sweetness of living,
                                            not just crib about the tastelessness.
Then, I wish I could be lost for a while.

Loosen the ropes that gagged me for years,
bound me tight to the futile, my fears.
My feet, chained heavily.

The weight, I feel, nothing do I see.
The unseen boundaries, weakening me from within.
How I crave to stand free and run into the realms of solitude!
              To embrace the soothing silence, to admire the beauty of it.
              To jump off a cliff, into the depth of the Neptune's world.
              To close my eyes and feel the water swirl.
              To dance with the surf, to lift and curl.
              To lose myself in the dazzling green.
              To sleep with the fragrance, to sleep with sheen.
              To wake up with the first ray of the Sun.
        Feel each beat my heart spends, gift myself the everlasting fun.
               
              To fly into the skies, and play with the clouds,
                      Into the quiets, out of the louds.



How I wish, Life gives me years enough to keep the promise I made.
To live, not to spend the days, she gave.

Half my youth, spent,
No messages, did I send.
My Life, was left to end.
And I ran after the reasons, that were never meant.

This moment I realize,
Why did I never open my eyes?
In the pursuit of Man's God,
I forgot, I was my Lord.
In the quest to learn the Good and Bad,
I lost my Cogitation.
Oh! It was an agitation.

Good is no where written.
Bad is no one's to teach.

I was blinded by the lies of the priests,
By the ubiquitous God's walking on the streets,

Now I know, I was always free.
The truth will always be,
I was born to be ME.