The Young and the Free

We are the young, the young and the free,

Stalling the world to make history.

We are the ones, the ones full of hope,

Who with all our work, are trying To cope.

We are the ones, the ones with the choice,

Those who dream will most certainly rejoice.

We are the ones, trying to live up to a name,

Keeping heads up, walking right past the shame.

We are the gifted, potential, our gift,

To go past the idea, and make it to the drift.

We are the ones, changing on the go,

Blowing in the wind, moving in the flow.

We are the ones, the dazed and confused,

Wise as an owl, dumb as a fuse.

We are the ones, almost never with a plan,

Separated we'd fall, but together we can.

We are the ones, filled with love and joy, 

Who simply "remember" being a little girl or boy.

We are the ones who one day, will lead,

And this is our time to shine and succeed.

We are the ones with this time in our hand,

To leave our footprints onto the sand.

Well, we are the young, the young and the free,

Awaiting the world to make history...

                             - ASK

The Day I Grew Up

The day I grew up was the day I understood.

The day I grew up was the day, on my two feet, I stood.

The day I grew up was the day my gratitude, I did show.

The day I grew up was the day I let go.

The day I grew up was the day I simply knew.

The day I grew up was the day I noticed the cast AND the crew.

The day I grew up was the day, knowing the risk, I acted.

The day I grew up was the day, knowingly, good fortune I attracted.

The day I grew up was the day I saw everyone in their light.

The day I grew up was the day I fought my own fight.

The day I grew up was the day I saw a smile can change.

The day I grew up was the day I looked at the world, strange.

                        - ASK

#Philosophy 01

I've been reading this book called The Philosophy Book [DK], and I'm going to be posting some stuff I like... 😃

Parts To Be Played

Am I real?
Or am I false?
I haven't no idea,
But I want to hear the calls.

I'm a character who got left behind,
In a story yet to come.
I'm the part of the song,
The writer forgot to hum.

I'm just stuck here,
Wedged in his head.
And I'm as real as a boy,
Yet as dead as a bed.

Easy it had seemed,
So I let myself go.
Carelessly I dreamed,
Ended before I could know.

There's things that tell me not to,
Yet things that tell me to.
Because there are things I've yet to say,
And things I've yet to do

There's something on inside,
That keeps me going.
I want to touch the water,
In the river that is flowing.

I've had enough,
I'm jumping in.
Either I'd kick the ball,
Or get kicked in the shin.

No matter big or small,
There's a part I have to play.
With every step I take,
His word I have to obey.

It's a small price for me,
That yet I have to pay.
Because there's things I have to do,
And things I have to say.

                     - ASK

Fetched Afar

I hear these voices now,
But there's no sound to come.
They keep telling me,
Reminding me of what I'd become.

There was a reason for,
What I'd been before.
But everything just seems all fine now,
And everything just seems all fine.

I've caught the moving car,
That once seemed Fetched Afar.
And I've made it,
With no bruise, no scar.

I had the liberty,
And the open opportunity.
Because I stuck to the plan,
Look at me today, above all, here I stand.

Oh, and i have now,
What I didn't once upon a time.
I got what I wanted,
Became the best in my prime.

All that was left was,
That little thing I missed.
That little thing I had to pay attention to,
The one thing I should have held onto and kissed.

                                  - ASK

...

While chasing your "moving car",  don't miss out on the little things that matter the most...

To my fellow Jr Maintals

Here's to the Patricks to my Spongebob; Han Solos to my Luke Skywalkers; Ron Weasleys to my Harry Potters; Paul Pfeiffers to my Kevin Arnold; Josh to my Drake; And Marshall and Barney to my Ted. (P.S. I had to say Barney for political reasons) 

Anyway, here...



It has been, since the group had formed,
A year.
Thus, out of joy, on my cheeks,
Is rolling down a tear.

It were the years around the new millennium,
When the three of us good friends were born.
And never since then,
Apart we have torn.

The giant teddy called childhood,
Did eventually go.
And has left us with ourselves,
To bond and to grow.

Now that it's been so many of these bachpan ke years,
I find myself bearing down, bearing down on tears...

...

Love you, guys! You know who you are.

Flying High

Happiness has its own price,
Celebration, work and spice.
Flavour being what we have to do,
And light and love being the key to the two.

The sky's not high; Lets learn how to fly,
If its been too long, with acceptance, sigh,
Always the people's heart try to steal,
Soar the skies, but learn how to kneel...

                               - ASK