We talked of hippies and flowers and rainbows and dope,
Of politics and art and the structure of hope.
Strange nights and days of colours in the air,
Waiting hopelessly for roses by the stair.
As the world showed its affection for those who were faking it,
We got kicked out of school for spreading love and kicked out of home for making it.
This isnt the start of a new era, there isnt even a new plan,
I just hope this one's a little better than the last one
5 comments:
Reads well, reflects your mind and conveys what you want to...impressive. Write a bit more of poetry and not sales & marketing, seriously
You wrote? Nice!!! This is Snigs btw...
nicely expressed arnab..... very varied thoughts but yet connected...
Just give yourself another day,
Brushing aside what your thoughts may say.
This is your life and you can make a new start,
By ignoring the brain - just follow the heart.
Taking baby steps in order to cope,
And minute by minute you'll build on your hope...
Its good to see that you manage targets and creativity so well... (I take it that you do maange your targets :-) )
expressive :)
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