Does everything in life require a purpose?
Does every decision we take possess an advantage?
An ambiguous heart cries its ‘heart’ out,
Aching with a reason to worry about.
Spending a life rushing towards a destination,
Forgetting the power of a moment, a timeless inspiration,
Lessons are meant to be learnt the hard way,
If we permit fate to have it’s own say.
Anything in abundance looses its charm,
Fulfilling our little desires mean no harm,
Unlock the windows of a dusted room,
Let the nature’s sparkle dispel every doom.
If acceptance is a synonym for survival,
How long will we live in self denial?