The Race Against Time

. is it real..? or is it sarcasm..? is it an upheavel..? a war or spasm.. no soup, no bowl, isolated with the soul.. empty in its race, shuddered by the pace.. A world i wander, Thoughts,i often ponder.. lonely on the lane, scrambled not sane.. Sometimes nights are so black, that i loose my track.. not open to this dawn, as burried under a lawn.. Oshan..

. aye raahi.. kaun hai yahan tera apna.. kiski hai yeh kashti.. kiska hai yeh sapna.. tu he tu.. bas tu he tu.. nahin koi apna.. na koi paraye.. chalte chalte apne iss.. mann ko samjhaye.. hai iss pall.. rahe na, ek.. khol yeh aankhein.. fisle hai raeth.. thaam ke kahan chale.. koi haatoin mein haath.. kehna ko koi hota apna.. hoti fir kya baat.. milta nahin koi yuhin aisa.. jo samajh sake tere jasbaad.. Oshan

. Walkin fast down the lane, sooner or later, Twas gonna rain.. Now it scares me.. when it does.. You house your clay, and it turns to mud.. A word we know, and a world we must, well trust is rust.. and Friendship dust.. It's slayed with time, It's sold a dime.. Now saying these words, Isn't such a crime.. Now rain oh! rain, its again your time.. I'll kill those memories, sweet,bitter or lime.. Oshan..