Joy and the spirit, the inside man knows.
Bubbles of lust and zest quietly
blows.
But the facade displays not what he is-
forever bottled just the label shows.
Joy and the spirit, the inside man knows.
Bubbles of lust and zest quietly
blows.
But the facade displays not what he is-
forever bottled just the label shows.
Far away now I am from my homeland
with treasure of memories of my prime.
Grateful I am to the land where I stand,
yet heart goes back and forth from time to time.
My road of gentle pace and aimless drifts
tarred with turmoils and peace, darkness and light.
Of twists and turns spiced with numerous shifts.
From financial plight to some soulful sights.
Sometimes I wonder what would I have been
had I not trodden this once unknown road?
But play of fate is forever unseen.
All you need is a wheel of will to goad.
Often unaware these are pleasure-walks.
And though loud it ticktocks, blind is the clock.
I ate the homemade curry,
and flew to the glamour-land.
A new charm, some new worries
but a strong faith in fate’s hand.
I wondered what was in store
as my dreams fluttered in hope.
Knocking on destiny;s door
with an iron will to cope.
Joy or woe of the new dough-
Alas! little did I know.