As if someone has pressed the button of rewind,
I am heading back in childhood days of mine,
Though they didn't say it aloud,
Several times behind my back they called me "insane" n "mad",
They called me an "idealist" and "bad",
But ... but I just smiled and moved on.
Many a times my eyes would glow with a spark,
And I would jump out of my bed in dark,
"Idea" ; I would write & run to someone,
To see about the idea what can be done,
But it never started & it never worked,
Every time my idea failed - I never wailed.
I would keep a file of my failures,
They were only stumbles of disappointments,
And not a complete break down,
I know every time my idea failed and dream shattered,
Behind my back they laughed at me and called me a "clown",
But I would just smile and move on.
After million times I fell,and to my surprise,
I would stand up again and look at the sky,
"Huh! its tough but not impossible, I will fly."
And people around me will sigh,
I know they laugh at me because I am alone,
But I would smile and move on.
One day suddenly my belief bore fruits,
My faith flourished in the face of flowers,
My garden blessed with zillion showers,
My idea worked , dream met the dawn,
I moved cautiously step by step at lawn,
I remember I was afraid , so afraid to move on.
Yes, I remember the old times,
When people would laugh at me,
But I would just smile and move on ,
Because ... because though I tried to leave my dreams,
My dreams would never leave me,
And though I left them behind, they always moved on with me.
I am heading back in childhood days of mine,
Though they didn't say it aloud,
Several times behind my back they called me "insane" n "mad",
They called me an "idealist" and "bad",
But ... but I just smiled and moved on.
Many a times my eyes would glow with a spark,
And I would jump out of my bed in dark,
"Idea" ; I would write & run to someone,
To see about the idea what can be done,
But it never started & it never worked,
Every time my idea failed - I never wailed.
I would keep a file of my failures,
They were only stumbles of disappointments,
And not a complete break down,
I know every time my idea failed and dream shattered,
Behind my back they laughed at me and called me a "clown",
But I would just smile and move on.
After million times I fell,and to my surprise,
I would stand up again and look at the sky,
"Huh! its tough but not impossible, I will fly."
And people around me will sigh,
I know they laugh at me because I am alone,
But I would smile and move on.
One day suddenly my belief bore fruits,
My faith flourished in the face of flowers,
My garden blessed with zillion showers,
My idea worked , dream met the dawn,
I moved cautiously step by step at lawn,
I remember I was afraid , so afraid to move on.
Yes, I remember the old times,
When people would laugh at me,
But I would just smile and move on ,
Because ... because though I tried to leave my dreams,
My dreams would never leave me,
And though I left them behind, they always moved on with me.
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By the way I would more love if you people treat my dream as urs or at least be with me always n pat my back rather than sitting far n applauding :)