The nomad curses sunlight,
As he has no shelter
He takes shed under the clouds
As life play games with him...
He then gazes at the sky
And asks the silent question which will never be answered
He then sits and thinks
Thinks of the time when he had it all
But having all doesn’t mean it would never go
Life as an ice cube melts either ways
Even if you hold it tight or let it free
It takes its own course...
The nomad has his fate
All written by himself
The paths are chosen by him he never blames
And when he fails and sun shines hard
He never gives up hope for another could and walks again
He waits for the stars to shine
After the wind shattered the castle of dreams
He builds it up again through the night
Hoping it would remain this time
The wind blew the dust of faith
Withered the twinkle in the eye
Ruined the happiness of the rain
He again looked for the shelter
Which the skies and clouds are no more
He fakes a smile
As he walks the extra mile
People had things to say
Eyes wanted him to be ashamed of himself
Of the curse he made his family suffer
Of the sadness he made them go through
They say
Times change people change
No! Some things remain the same
So did his courage so did his zeal
Now he looks at the sun and the heat
Which are no more his friends
He stands at top of his castle
Looks in the eye of the sun
The wind reminded him of the heat of the anger
The sun reminded him of the pinch of those eyes
And now he stares right into the eye
For the sun and heat are no more
the sky rains down!!
