Distraction

Composed by: Azm

I wish the world was quiet,

so I could listen to my heart,
speak my words,
live my dream.

But, often find myself,
walking among the crowd,
trying to blend,
forgetting myself,
getting along,
like the ripples of the waves,
sacrificing desires,
giving up on dreams.

In-spite of such,
I get stuck,
in the middle of nowhere,
its either good or bad,
and a hairline boundary,
one wrong move,
and the GAME is OVER!

Copyright © 2012 Azm

Switching rides

Composed by: Azm

The dancing peacocks,
for applauding hands,
changed to iron robots,
as if were planned;
Along I flowed,
with a dancing swag,
cried with the crowd,
just a white flag.

And the leaves flew,
when the branches waved,
the tides jiggled too,
with the music made;
the birds joined,
they flew and sang,
the spring flowers bloomed,
just moved with the gang;
pebbles bounced with joy,
the fishes could fly,
the wilderness sighed,
when the world was high!!

Copyright © 2012 Azm