Never Fear...

Never fear that Life is like a hill too high
Start Climbing and you can touch the sky

Never fear that Life is like a vast desert
you will not get lost if you stay alert

Never fear that Life is like a deep river
you will get across , keep it very clear

Never fear that Life is like a book that will never end
You write your own chapters , its all in your hand

Never fear that Life is like a road too long
take it like a journey , no turn taken is wrong

Never fear that Life is like a tough exam
Understand its concept , dont just cram

Never fear that Life is like a viperous jungle
You will always survive if you are humble

But do keep in mind that life will never stay still
it has never stopped and it never will...

When Life came to a halt...

It was the same annual ritual to reach my home for Diwali just like the salmons do but minus the turbulent waters , eggs and of course giving up my life. Finishing up the work on Friday and starting early to catch my train ,I was on track and all set for the journey. I boarded the train and was very soon at my berth along with some other fellow salmons  :)

The soothing temperature in the coach and the gloomy environment  prompted all of us to hit the berth cum bed.I woke up the next morning and had my coffee in the second of the 4 states that I was about to cross. The train was running late and this was the topic which became the ice breaker . The gentleman in the next seat asked the much expected question 'kaun sa station aya?' followed by a confirmation 'late chal rahi hai' . The guy who also seemed to be from my specie added 'Indian railways me aur kya hoga'
Very soon the whole cabin was very much more alive . The guys who were sleeping in their berths came down just like chimps descending down from tree tops. The conversation which started from a silly , harmless question shifted to politics , frustrations , problems with the system , movies , gossips ,experiences.Everybody as a whole was disgusted with the system , their jobs, traffic jams , settling down in some city , rising prices to name a few. There were some novel ideas flowing around and I wondered why do we have all the debates in lok sabhas & rajya sabhas , why not have such moving assemblies in our country . I had also joined in the discourse meanwhile . It made me feel all the more disgusted with my life and my job . There was a sense of restlessness which crept in . I got away from the confabulation and preferred my music player's company.

The train came to an abrupt halt in the evening . I had not seen the sky for a long time and so I came out of the air conditioned racks . A full gaze in all directions confirmed that we were right in the middle of a dense forest .It was a typical dusky sky with birds returning back to their homes , the gentle & fresh wind blowing on my face just gave me the perfect relaxation . I was now sure what I was missing . Very soon half hour passed at the same spot . I saw a human figure coming out from what looked like a bunker . It was the railway gang-man , with red & green flags folded and rolled in his hand. The other hand had a torch and a tool kit. A closer look revealed a man in his 50's with grey beard and wrinkled face resembling a famine hit ground . I was greeted with a broad smile . Anybody would have asked the same question 'bhaiya kya hua?' .He replied with extreme politeness 'track pe kaam chal raha hai , bas ho hi gaya saab' . Now this was not expected , how could some one be so polite and answer to somebody to whom he is not answerable at all?. He told me patiently that most of the trains had to stop because of the maintenance work going on .

 His job was to ensure safe passing of the trains and he had been doing it from the past 15 years . The number totally knocked me off , 15 years !!  at the same place doing the same thing? with nothing around ?The nearest village where he lived was 10 kms. There was a sense of absolute pride
 when he described me about the track and some small interesting incidents. He had tirelessly dedicated  his  nights for the past 15 years making sure that the lacs of people in the trains reached their destinations on time. Interestingly he had never celebrated diwali and had very little idea about the 'not to be missed at all' gala festival.I was astounded to find out that he had no complaints or any kind of frustrations for being there in the no man's land.With nothing coming out of my mouth ,I pretended to be normal and  talked about some other casual things like the tunnels on the track , wild animals , accidents etc .

Very soon the light turned green and he asked me to get on the train. All the while ,the smile had not gone from his dry & eroded face. The train's horn tore through the eerie silence of the place which was now mixed with the chorus of crickets in background. As the train moved , I saw the man waving off the green flag which was acknowledged by the train's guard. As if flashed by lightning , I settled back in my seat . There was a discussion which was still continuing and the abrupt halt had added more spice to it. My fellow salmon was furiously cursing the Indian railways for being so lousy 'Stupid railway people , they stop at such places where there is no mobile network even , can you imagine that?how can somebody manage without network connectivity'

I had nothing to say , All I had was the gang-man's smile in my mind......

Life....

It was a usual hectic Monday at office and I was wading through the endless traffic of Bangalore city returning back to my home . A very usual scene for the thousands of people like me  . For me its all about if's and buts and  seems like a journey where I  tirelessly keep cursing my own life . Its like a rendezvous with my own thoughts with the chorus of horns , shouts & abuses in the background .

As I was making my way out , I saw people trying to cross the road and some bikers trying to squeeze in before they could do so . This was followed by some on the fly altercations and the very usual dialogues on Indian roads 'dikhta nahi hai kya? , Chalana nahi ata?' . Then I waited at the next signal and I thought even more. . I had to follow the same routine again . But why? why this life? living just for the sake of it? I felt claustrophobic on that 4 lane road . This is like a cycle which goes on everyday , nothing much to worry .

I approached the final signal and I was waiting again . Just as I started  , the car right next to me sped off to make it quickly through the signal   in a very usual  & expected Indian way . As it came to the left , the driver didnot notice a man standing right in the front .The man was knocked off and he fell right on the footpath . I was just right behind when all of this happened  . Everybody  stopped and there was an expected jam . My mind got ready to hear some abuses and probably some fist fight  , now that the man was bleeding profusely from the head . The usual bystanders were ready to throw out their frustrations , it was as if they were waiting for the chance . As this all was happening  , I saw the middle aged man get up . He looked at the driver who was a young fellow and to my surprise gave out a smile , wiping out the blood on his forehead . He asked all the concerned bystanders to go away ,then He walked across the footpath and went towards , what appeared to be a gated community just along the side of the road . Within some time few people  and the guards took him inside . I was amazed at the level of patience he had and the control on his rage .Had it been me at his place , I would have carved out a scratch on the driver's face so deep that he would have remembered it for his entire life. With a very clueless mind , I started my bike .

Just as I was about to move , my eyes fell upon the board right next to the gate where the man had disappeared . The sign board promptly read "Karunashraya : Home for the advanced stage cancer patients"


I don't seem to get any thoughts on life after that monday.

Underneath

It was the golden time of my life. I used to live at my grandpa's place .It was a big house with over 15 rooms , 3 halls and 2 huge gardens. There was no dearth of squarefeets to play for a mischievous 7 year old but nevertheless my playing area was the smallest and darkest room of the house which was called the Kholi for its reputation and the pungent smell. Inside the room were some century old wardrobes locked from decades, some massive earthenware which happened to look like they came straight from Mohenjo-Daro. There was a long bed kept in the middle made of solid teak wood that would require at least 4 strongly built men to even move an inch. The room had only the ventilator as the source of natural light. It was there in such a way that its position when matched with the dense trees in the garden allowed the sunlight to come only for 4 hours exactly. That used to happen in the afternoons after lunch and those would be my playing hours when I could be myself and enjoy being the captain of a spaceship, My spaceship comprised of a very old Russian radio that i had found out there itself , old cassettes and some worn out electrical switches. The Russian radio had 2 big knobs that would make a distinctive click sound when turned completely. Every afternoon, this was the schedule. I would be there in my cockpit on the top of the bed with my flight deck neatly lined up. Nevertheless there was never a safety clearance given by my mother who was always worried If I would do something stupid there. My dad was very strict and If he found me out playing there, My authority as a captain would be compromised with a tight slap on my right cheek .But most of times He would be on long tours. My mother's tactics to keep me away from the kholi like presence of a hairy monster called joo joo baba present under the bed wouldn't work. I knew I was completely safe in my ship.

One day in the middle of my fantasy flight, I heard my father's loud voice . I had no option but to eject out of the flight immediately. In the hustle, I knocked out the radio and It slipped under the bed . There was no time to take it out and anyways.I knew nobody would touch it . So I ran and opened a tin tin magazine although that did not save my right cheek because he knew from my panting that I was there .Two days later when I returned back, I looked out for the radio which used to be navigation system of my ship but I could not find it. I gave up searching and assumed It would have been hidden my mom or dad to restrict me from taking off. I could not find another bulky useless box which would have the same kind of knobs. And the spaceship never took off again.

Time passed by and I was now a 15 year old .My dad is very particular about time and he had gifted me a digital clock with a unique chime alarm. I still clearly remember, it was a  summer vacation, all my relatives had gathered in the house. I had been shifted to the kholi for 1 week as I was most used to the place and was the eldest among all my cousins and also the bravest I must admit. The bed had not moved an inch since the last decade , but had been polished well  as part of the house cleaning custom every diwali. I was too tired and slept immediately but I woke up in the middle of the night by a strange noise which was similar to something being dragged right underneath me. But as I was getting up , my alarm clock fell inside the gap in between the wall and the bed . I knew I would take it out when the alarm would ring so I did not bother to start searching for it. The next morning I woke up and went to the kitchen for tea . The slap on my right confirmed I was late. But my alarm did not ring, I was sure that the clock would have stopped when It fell under the bed. I started searching and called in some help from the servants. We looked in every nook and corner under the bed and even around the room , the clock was nowhere to be found. I took my mom's help to get up in the morning and the rest of the week was no much eventful other than the swollen right cheek for losing the precious clock.

Every year we had the same summer vacation schedule and I was detailed for the kholi every year. Soon I was 18 and got an admission in a college in the capital and I moved out of the grandpa's house leaving behind all the sweet memories. My visits to grandpa's house were limited now. My father got transferred when I was in the final year, this completely cut the visits to my grandpa's house. Then 3 months later I graduated and got my job .I planned for a visit to my grandpa's house before I joined the job. When I revisited the kholi, it appeared to be more gloomy. When It was my last night there, I demanded to go back and sleep in my kholi because I was not sure When I would return again and what would happen to the place. The room was cleaned up and I was back in my ship and It was the same even after a complete decade . I was comforted beyond words . There was pin drop silence so I took out my music player of which I had got habituated to, in the college years. I was listening to a slow song When I dozed off completely and I did notice that my music player slipped inside the gap . As my habit was and because of the music I was too lazy to take it out. The next morning I was searching for my music player and It made me realize one pattern  . Everything that had gone underneath the bed was untraceable but this time I was not buying it out. I called in everybody in the house to search .But there was no sign of the player inside the whole room . Nobody had entered after me so the possibility of a theft was ruled out. Well I had to take it, I had my train early in the morning and  was short of time to do a thorough interrogation of the crime scene. I had stepped out of my house  to catch my train when I realized I had left my purse in the kholi  itself. I ran back and found it at least. As I was shutting the door , I heard the alarm tune of my clock that I had lost underneath the bed 10 years ago . My hair were standing on the strands, I dared not to look underneath and stepped back . Then I heard a dragging sound , the same that I always had heard when I was the captain . The alarm stopped and there was a thud as if a bulky box was toppled over, followed by 2 clicks, that was enough to make me run on my toes.

The Kholi remains locked till date.

Blinker .....A short autobiography of a traffic signal

My name is Blinker and I stand here at one of the busiest squares in the silicon valley of India. I have seen this square for the past decade ever since I was installed here. We were four young signals, new recruits of the Bangalore Traffic department. Before coming here We were thoroughly tested in our company and had tough training for our lights and circuits. The four of us were placed in all different directions. I was the shortest one and was placed in the quietest side of the square. My other partners were given the main road. They were even taller and strong, they even had pedestrian lights . I still get nervous when I think about that first red I gave. It was a small car ,a maruti 800, I wonder where its gone nowadays. In it was a family happily returning after buying a land not very far . I immediately turned into Fiery red after my partner in the north gave me the control. Being the youngest I had the smallest interval for red . They said that my direction required lesser authority. But it was enough for me that time. My lights were clear and the car immediately stopped right before the stop line as the humans call it but I prefer to call it the line of control, it made me feel more important :-) .  I was so jittery that I could feel the heat on my wires .I skipped the yellow and gave a green directly, but being the first time I was let off with a warning from my senior partner , the Bridge Road blinker.

I picked up the timings very fast and I was radiant enough  . All the vehicles ,most of them regulars had fear of my red very soon and respected it. Then time ticked by , day by day there were more vehicles . There were trucks, trolleys, vans and suddenly there were new colonies as if I was standing right in the middle of a moist forest and mushrooms were springing up in every corner. I was experienced now and they even increased my height and gave new extra bright lamps. The street like road suddenly appeared like a flooded river of tarmac. Now there were solid pavements and I was even given the free left light, that definitely made me smarter and more flashier! .

It was a Sunday I clearly remember; the corporation truck unloaded some really tall, sleek and elegant lights. Within hours there stood her, oh what a beauty, sodium lamps, silver paint standing by the side of the road. That very night She saw me for the first time, I almost lost my fuses , even my free left flasher stopped for a second. What brilliant glow on that hazy night. She made the entire area glow as If an angel was using her magic wand spreading a golden hue. The pavement, the road , the zebra line even the stop line bore a different look every night . My partners were soon envying me because they were on the main roads and the lights there were  too tall and arrogant , even there light pinched and were not so beautiful like her.Very soon Ms Goldy lights (that’s what I started calling her with affection) was a part of the square and my life .

My shift timings were clear ,0730 hours to 2200 hours  . After that we switched on our yellow lights and left it on the humans . Her timing was different but we managed to catch up and had our own sweet moments . There would only be some dogs and some drunkards at such late hours . Some times a knocked off cheap guy would fall right under her light . That particularly enraged me as to how careless humans could be . Anyways she was so diligent in her duty , that  she never did blank out despite all the harsh winds , rain or thunder . She kept showing the right path to all who came . Things were going so fine and I was completely engrossed in my schedule and her. We soon became very close friends . There was a sense of understanding between us and we had some sort of connection. Her light was so soothing that even animals used to be very comfortable under her golden shade . There was a particular a stray pup  which used to lie down daily on her side of pavement .  We named it Bruno . It was too naughty I still recall , always used to make me wet with it's particular style of acrobatic peeing  ,shameless creature !.  It was always on guard to protect Miss goldy lights and no dog dared to come close to her . At least It was exempted from my anger for that . But I used to like Bruno even more when after the whole day of mischief’s and food hunting , it would lay down silently under her lights just like a baby in her mother’s lap . Somehow It recognized my  feelings & affection  , I don’t know what’s with these creatures they can sense the good feelings . There were some wicked dogs which came one day but my brave Bruno stood guard not just for Miss goldy but even for me and I came under the territory of Bruno from that day onwards. Things couldn’t have been better for the 3 of us.

Time passed away like traffic passing on a Sunday afternoon. 5 years from then, the square was even larger , pavements were removed to make way for the thousands of vehicles carelessly passing from there .

 The stop line and zebra line started disappearing . I became dark and black from the ever increasing dust and smoke emanating from the vehicles. I really don't know what happened to these people , there was a kind of unexplained  hurry as if it was some large ant colony gone haywire  . People no more respected my red , even they didn't do the same for Bridge road blinker sir who was already quite old now but still had the fury in his red. Nobody followed the lane discipline and I could see that even the ambulances carrying their own sick one's had a tough time crossing our square . There was lot of burden now and all that honking made it even difficult for us . The rates of the accidents suddenly rose up and we could not do anything for it. One day it happened, a careless truck came out of nowhere from the bridge side and went straight into Mr. Bridge road blinker. The impact was so strong that it knocked him out of the ground, there were wires and pieces of glass everywhere. He had the strongest foundation among all of us but was thrown apart from ground just like all the innocent trees around us which were pulled off right from their roots. That was the last time I saw him lying there but still that fury red still on. He was taken away and a new guy came there who could never match the strength and authority of Mr. bridge road blinker .Painted in chrome, He had new generation LED lights and even a new CCTV camera with him to catch the jumpers. All others were just fascinated by his artificial charm but I was not . He looked so lean and flimsy .

With more time I went pale, my lights were no more radiant. My paint was scratched, I was spitted upon and there were numerous posters everywhere on me. My free left blinker which I was so proud of broke down and kept hanging like a fractured limb. Nobody used to care for us now and within a year my other two seniors could not take it and gave up . There were too replaced by the smarter new generation blinkers as they called them. Now I was the oldest of them all , they used to mock me by dimming their lights and occasionally skipping my chance for green. I just used to bear it somehow with a heavy heart but all of this I was able to take because of her , every evening we would talk about the things , the birds which used to come and Bruno’s  daily activities .

There was nothing now ,just a long carpet of vehicles to eternity. I could very well see , she was in a very bad state , now she used to take almost an hour to light up and there were all kinds of bugs dead and alive around her bulbs. Even her bulbs had been changed twice . Careless drivers collided everyday and made her bend  . The beauty she had was no more . Her replacements had been placed on the other side of the road. A whole bunch of wires was wound upon her . She became really weak but still used to cheer me up with her lovely golden gaze. Bruno now used to spend most of it’s time lying near Miss goldy . It was as if there was something it was aware of . Then one fine morning , There was a loud crackling sound and the lady went down with grace . Her sodium lamps were out on the road . She was bent like a hook and nobody would believe that it was the same sleek and polished beauty that came to the square some years before. I was devastated and the whole day I did not blink. It was like a loss which I had not thought of . I could not even say goodbye to her . She had served her duties well and even on her last night she had the fairy glow that no lamp can ever match. But now she was gone and there was no more golden haze . Bruno could not understand and kept barking continuously as if asking where she had gone. It was restless and found me as the most appropriate place to be safe. But how could my flashing yellow nights in the night match the beautiful and elegant light of Miss Goldy. How could I give the same respite to the poor creature.

 I started becoming very weak , I kept on getting fused and my wires were torn . I could not get her out of my circuits and my timing went for a toss .the new constable noticed this over weeks and informed his superior. I overheard that very soon a solution would be found.  Traffic was now like a stampede in a jungle . There was absolutely no control now, even the new guys found it hard to manage and kept giving their whole strength to hold on. It was just me and Bruno now, but fate had something else written. On the very spot where Miss goldy stood , Bruno was knocked down by a speeding car due to darkness . Poor creature still thought of it as some game and took his last breath wagging its tail.

For the first time I was cursing the Indians for their slow  work. I don’t know why they were taking so long to take me out. I was no longer useful as a signal now .I was more of a metal pipe for posters in the middle of the road. Day in and out I have suffered with the agony and pain of watching the same spot over and over again where I lost my dear one’s . Now I have heard that finally some work is done and they are coming tonight to take us all, even the new guys .The square is going to be closed down and there will be a new flyover made to tackle the humongous volume of traffic. I think the Indian’s have finally realized that Blinker’s won’t really help in controlling themselves. They are so used to go over each other that only a flyover can meet their demands.  Just as I tell you this , the corporation crew has finally arrived to relieve me of my duties  . I have seen it all , the fear that people once had  , the smiles on their faces Whenever I went green . I have felt love , affection , envy and pride . My job was to protect people and I have dutifully done that  . 

This now is the end of my blinking life and I am pretty happy  & content as I go down because I have lived a life much colorful than just the 3 colors of Red , yellow and green…..

Original Concept and written by Nimit Selot: 12^th August 2011 © 2011, All Rights Reserved

Baaton hi baaton me....

Baaton hi baaton me kuch baatein bigad gayi
khushiyo ki wo ghadi toh jaise ek pal me guzar gayi

Itni nafrat kyo rehti hai kisi ke dil me aakhir
sochte hi nahi kuch aur kar dete hai usko yu zaahir

dil ye dabang hai , daba deta hai dimag ki soch ko
kuch aur hi bana deta hai chahe jitna bhi tum rok lo

Shabd kuch teer ki tarah nikalti hai ye zubaan
Jaise nikal pada ho daba hua sa ek toofan

ek chubhan ka ahsas bas fir reh jata hai
chahe jo kar lo wo zakhm nahi bhar pata hai

wo waqt guzarta hai aur dekar jaata hai ek sabak
sambhalo iss lamhe ko tum warna reh jayegi sirf ek kasak...

armaan wo mere !

Sookhi daalo pe wo kuch sukhe hue patte
ek hawa ka jhoka aya aur sab bikhar gaye

Armaan hazar liye hum b kuch aise hi chal rahe the
ek hi jhatke me wo sab yuhi bikhar gaye

Saanse bhi mehsoos na hui itna sard tha aalam
kya pata kab hum behosh ho gaye

dard ne toh humko rula hi diya akhir
aansu wo hamare barf ban gaye

Jaage jab hum toh samajh hi na sake
kya socha tha aur kaha pohoch gaye

Ret ke mahalo se the wo khwab
lehron me yuhi beh gaye

Just One more day !

Life like a river makes its own way
We are flowing anyhow , its just one more day

New Faces , New situations , more thoughts more reactions
there is no set path , there are only new directions

There is no stopping , there are exits but you cannot find
An unseen push by time will make sure not to leave you behind

Moments of elation , anger , surprise and pain
they just pass and never repeat again

You have no control and it makes you feel so small
Every bit of the moment , you get closer to the great fall

Hope is like buoyancy that will not let you go down
Lose it and you will no more hold on

Mistakes , dreams and wishes help in guiding
Live , learn and decide your heading

One more splash and today will go away
then it will again be just one more day!

Kargil - Not just a war that we won !!

They were right there and waiting for the kill..
It was right there and it was kargil

Mountains so high that even birds dont dare to fly
There were those brave men who were always ready to reply

Then there were the air conditioned rooms where strategy was being made
Here hidden were the cowards who were still afraid

The warriors alerted and sighted with their hawk eyes
the sahabs still took it as just some ordinary mice

And came that bullet piercing right through the very eye
It left a stain which is still not dry

In the very begining , the enemy knew they had no chance
while the sahibs were still thinking of making plans

Still the bravehearts fought with unimaginable valour
Within days they had on the top of every hill , the beautiful tricolor

They gave their lives and passed away with honor
even without a war ,Many more still do so each and every hour

Sahibs are used to it and still want to hold talks
Kasab who killed hundreds in broad day light relentlessly smiles and mocks

I pity my country for those who think only about states & languages still
are we the country of billions waiting for one more kargil?


Dedicated to the martyrs who departed courageously to save a country
where people need terror attacks , scams and corruption to unite
N-View/Nimit (C) 2011

Jeena Sikha gaya wo ek pal....

Kaato se saja tha ye safar,uss dard ne haseen bana dia
mai toh kab ka so chuka tha ,ek pal me utha dia

nikal chala tha mai kuch armano ko lekar,ek naya josh sa tha
muje khushiya milti rahi in rahho me par manzil ka pata hi na tha

chalta hi raha fir bhi mai,aur aankho se jaise ek parda hat gaya
zindagi jeene ka mil gaya jaise ek maksad naya

na koi afsos na darr ,bada lamba hai ab bhi ye safar
manzil paana hi hai, raah na bhi ho agar

Bhool gaya hu ab kya tha mera kal
jeena sikha gaya wo ek pal , wo ek pal.....

In my Country , Life just goes on...

In my country, no matter what happens, Life just goes on
It’s been more than 60 years and we still wait for the dawn

Just a handful of people can come over, blast things and kill
Reply?? All we say always is that next time we will

But When I think I don’t blame them entirely
They just have a disease and that’s why they do acts so cowardly

We are to be blamed for this; this is the root where it resides
We will still not be free till our fate someone else decides

Multi crore Scams, Terror attacks, Corruption are just topics of discussions
Even God himself is tired of teaching us the lessons

Now I feel that we have adjusted just as the winds shape a canyon
Billions of minds and double the hands wait, if a miracle will happen

We don’t want to act because our life is like a picture which can be redrawn
In my country, no matter what happens, life just goes on

Nimit/N-View © 2011

I was there , I had it , I lost it !!

I was there
I had it
I lost it

God knows what happened
Everyday i wake up hoping to start again
but its in there in me
It doesnot go

It pains more when i look back
it still pains even if i don't
its gruesome , its excruciating


I dont want sympathy God
Just give it back to me

Life is entagled and becomes complex day by day
These memories they dont haunt , they scream

Deep in my heart
I know its all over
But i dont want to take it


There is eternal silence just as before the storm
And i wait for the storm to come

I detest , i loathe , but its me
i am not changing
I am stuck

I dont fear anything
But i start fearing these demon thoughts
they take me back
and then Darkness looms

I was so strong
not that i am not now
I shall be till i die no matter what happens

But weakness creeps in like weeds

I dont live , i die everyday
I dont breathe , i suffocate
I dont sleep , i am always awake


What am i waiting for
i have no idea
I wonder If it's a conspiracy by you God

They say you should have 1 goal , 1 dream

I was there ,
I had it
And i lost it................

Confuzzed!!

Its not the start I am worried about
Its neither the end
Damn i get really confused
Its not in my hand

When I get up in the morning
i think about sleeping again

New day new start , I open the newsdaily
sports or entertainment page
damn i get confused again

I counter; braving the strong gusts of confusion
I wash my face but I just have a little thought
I struggle to decide should I shave or not

Mayonese or butter what to have
Tea , coffee or milk just plain,
Blue or black shirt, they look the same
oh damn it not again...

There is no fear
But nothing is clear,
I have it in me and i know i can
But which way to take
I am so lost man

I move on ,i leave it all
to stop me, these confusions are just too small
I am determined , I am focussed
I have a plan

But how will I do it
Damn i am confused again....