Running through the meadows & jumping on the hays...
I start with some beautiful moments of my childhood days...
From juvenile to adulthood, moments flow like a stream...
Sailing in the stream I craft my dreams...
Dreams are distant, the path is foggy...
In my journey of roses thorns make it ruggy...
I start my journey with the rising sun...
With small small dots in the empty horizon...
Connecting these dots I make my path...
I chase my dreams without knowing the aftermath...
Sometimes I win sometimes I lose...
But this journey gives me courage & the art to choose...
My dreams are limitless just like the sky...
Opening up my arms... I try to hug them with my eyes...
From the moment I am born to the moment I die....
Neither do I compete with the" You" nor with the "Thee"...
It's my journey of life...
where...I just compete with the "Me"...