Sunrise

Cozy slumber, virgin morning, crumpled sheets, soothing shower, filling breakfast, tiring but purposeful bus ride, casual laughs, innocent thoughts, languid walks, refreshing ambitions, placid eyes, gripping books and meanderings in general are what comprise my days. Hitherto unexplored options have been conceived to be worked upon. A feeling of finally getting ready for the final act in front of an audience of your own conscience. Indolency which was the result of mere inaction, mediocrity which was the result of giving in, snug feeling born out of grotesque murder of radically rebellious thoughts are giving way to a joust with your own self.

He dived in the ocean of chances
To pull out a pearl
He analyzed the horizons
And sauntered the dunes
He cried in anguish
He calmed in peace
He prayed in silence
Down on his knees
A flame was he protecting
Thousand deaths would he die
Emerge like a phoenix
To be charred again by the world
Sleep he wont sleep
Misery he shall endure
Is the man
Who shall live his dream.