Round Round Round
Vast Vast Vast
It doesn't get easier,
It doesn't seem lively again

Surrounded by emotional outburst
Yet,Want to Write?
Tell it to me,
When will the emotions not outburst you?

We never get to live a life full of fun
And even if we get to just for half of the day
For that period
Our memories are tied down to our own self
Our own way of living...Our loneliness!

The confusing moment?
Which seems so easy to everyone
Or the amusing moments?
Which seems so not fun to others
Weird..Isn't it?

Times of crossing over a piece
'Cus it seems to display emotional outburst
Times of turning to a new page
'Cus it seems not to portray the right feeling?

Yes!Every job has its own difficulties
Yet, none can be compared to a life moulding job
The cautious steps before reshaping souls
The ways of not misleading souls

Come, move closer
Two salts in different containers
One is properly covered in the rain\
While the other isn't covered well
What then happens to both?

And that's the way I can describe a moulder
They might get you a shield or even be your shield
No matter how strong the shield you get for them,
Their ordeals still bother them and get them down at a certain point

Our lives ain't perfect
Yet,we need perfect write ups
To save sinking souls
How then do we do this?

Its true we mostly share our stories
Telling them how we overcame
And sometimes makes me wonder
That there are some better routes,ways.............
That could have been taken for easy victory

Just in all,
I run up to my pen and book
And so far,this has kept me moving
You cant claim what you say you are,
Without having testimonies to back it up
FADERINSORO