The Hitch hikers

After all noises in pink,white and grey

Beneath the hats of the mystrious,charming and dangerous,

And again from the oddest minutes and darkest moments,

Just like another message bottle thrown away for the unknown.

Our life melts like wax in the candle flame,

And we venture and experiment with it,

Fight and act the best on our part like drama queens,

Forgetting to forgive and breath sometimes.

Time ticks in cute,clear and crystal like ways,

And we hike through the unknown highways.

Towards the distant valley seen like a grey shadow in the mist.

Giving up promises to keep and the way of trusting the other one.

Instead of the weaver we acts like designers,

Making things concrete and artificial,

And we create chaos in the middle of imbalance,

To stand like rulers of our self claimed tiny worlds.

Before even speaking out the truth,

Which will always remain as the truth,

We will justify our selfish motives,

That no one did hear us in the corridors.

We have started forgetting the paths we passed by,

That how to remember the place where it all started for us,

And the words of our great god fathers,

And people yesterday laid their sweat and blood.

 Each day we find new lies for our reasons,

And will protect those heap of garbage,

Like the cobra safe guarding the gem,

We stand above house of cards of our lies.

Will we ever look back to the path we passed?

To see that it have vanished like vapor,

And realize that our little lies have created,

An evil monster which eats us slowly each day,

Pain or Relief…but please not both.

We have to choose one day…