Sometimes I get mislead,
The path or by my own head;
Sometimes I cry,
The truth or because of the truth of lies;
Sometimes I wish,
That “this” ignorance and “that” sorrow will once and for all just finish;
Sometimes I pray,
That everyone smiles more and cries less with every passing day;
Sometimes I sing,
Till I am drained of all my feelings;
Sometimes I dance,
Everyone should too, whenever one gets the chance;
Sometimes I believe,
That in giving one gets more than what one gives;
Sometimes I laugh,
Laughter! Of which the world still hasn’t had enough;
Sometimes I just be,
And in being, our beautiful face, a glimpse of us I see.
Photo by Sujay Ghosh, India