::- ABOUT RUNNING WILD -::

Running wild in the scary world,
With the fantasies of child;
Of touching the stars,
Of free, indomitable will,
And getting lost in that world.
Alone.
On your own.

Sitting by the pavements
And singing lyrical songs;
Begging.
And fighting for justice,
With not a thought of loss.
And getting lost. Again.
Alone.
On your own.

You may posses these fantasies,
And may want to run wild too.
But you think
Of loss and consequences,
And abandone yourself.
Alone.
All by yourself.

Then one evening
Sitting among your contemporary pals,
You complain
Of your fate, and the lack of chances.
Perhaps, thats all you can do.
Alone.
On your own.
As you try to smile
At the loss your fear caused.

By-Vinod