A great long time has passed by
since I was born again, in the city of dreams
The city, to which souls come and go
The city, where destinies redeem
I do not understand, my feelings for this place
I fail to acknowledge, my respect for the place I hate
I hate this place, each passing day,
for the life it puts me through
And with each passing day
My love for this place grew.
It promised me a dream,
of a life which I desire
hinting myself with the fact
that the road is a pyre
Filled with enthusiasm, and the spirit I possess
I dived into the ocean of fire, never time for distress
With each passing moment, the fire burnt a part of me
Only to bring out, my inner self so I could see
The wonders I possess, and my soul
which is truly, the universe as a whole.
The fire burns me still, and provides an option
To get back, to the world I came from
or jump off the flight to heaven
because that is the general norm.
I have seen, countless souls,
giving up the path, after getting really close
They couldn’t stand it any longer
With all they had, they had to loose.
This city also proves a beautiful law of geta
that what you sow is what you reap
because the destinies which work towards their dreams
see this law, hard and deep.
Working towards the essence of the city,
the souls which respect it still
are awarded in gold by this city
and are given a powerful will
against those who defy the laws
and blame their present on the city itself
the soul of the city does not entertain baseless accusations
and destroys their dreams destinies and self
and for those who remain static
in the dynamic city of treasures
the city stagnates them
as stagnation is the friend of static pleasure.
But I accept that the city is not easy
it is as harsh as harsh can be
with countless hurdles in paths of men
with soul stagnating pleasures glee
but it is a test which takes on all
to see who is ready to face the ball
it erects one strong wall
‘survival of the fittest’ is the call.
And it shows that there’s always time
to write one’s destiny again
It prepares everyone who respects it
To stand in life’s thunder and rain
It teaches slowly
and delights with pain
It asks for a price
which has to be gain
Personally if you ask me
‘is this city good for me’
I would say, “no, you cannot handle it
it is better for you to be free.”
If you believe me, it is the worst mistake of thy life
and if you say, “no. you are wrong
I can stand up to any challenge
and bring down any mountain at will”
and defying me, with thy spirit
go out into the city of dreams
you will be ready for it
For the city takes tests
and test the will of a man
The will which is lost
at the last stand
and then you say, “I endured a lot
but cant get any longer.”
You will say that it was MY fault
I sent you here
No, the blame’s on you
as a man himself creates his path
The choice is always in your hands
It depends where thy heart lands.
And if thee may allow
to bring up another fact of this city
it, amongst millions of others, displays yet another law
that all men are born equal
and equally they die
Their life is cherished by the ways
they perceive their environment
and on their deathbed, ask the question
‘Did I live well?’
This city gives the power to answer such questions
and displays the harmony of nature
That it doesn’t matter where you come from
that all souls are connected as one
And now may I take thy leave
‘cause for me, there’s something left to be done.
-Vishal Gupta
6th September 2008
since I was born again, in the city of dreams
The city, to which souls come and go
The city, where destinies redeem
I do not understand, my feelings for this place
I fail to acknowledge, my respect for the place I hate
I hate this place, each passing day,
for the life it puts me through
And with each passing day
My love for this place grew.
It promised me a dream,
of a life which I desire
hinting myself with the fact
that the road is a pyre
Filled with enthusiasm, and the spirit I possess
I dived into the ocean of fire, never time for distress
With each passing moment, the fire burnt a part of me
Only to bring out, my inner self so I could see
The wonders I possess, and my soul
which is truly, the universe as a whole.
The fire burns me still, and provides an option
To get back, to the world I came from
or jump off the flight to heaven
because that is the general norm.
I have seen, countless souls,
giving up the path, after getting really close
They couldn’t stand it any longer
With all they had, they had to loose.
This city also proves a beautiful law of geta
that what you sow is what you reap
because the destinies which work towards their dreams
see this law, hard and deep.
Working towards the essence of the city,
the souls which respect it still
are awarded in gold by this city
and are given a powerful will
against those who defy the laws
and blame their present on the city itself
the soul of the city does not entertain baseless accusations
and destroys their dreams destinies and self
and for those who remain static
in the dynamic city of treasures
the city stagnates them
as stagnation is the friend of static pleasure.
But I accept that the city is not easy
it is as harsh as harsh can be
with countless hurdles in paths of men
with soul stagnating pleasures glee
but it is a test which takes on all
to see who is ready to face the ball
it erects one strong wall
‘survival of the fittest’ is the call.
And it shows that there’s always time
to write one’s destiny again
It prepares everyone who respects it
To stand in life’s thunder and rain
It teaches slowly
and delights with pain
It asks for a price
which has to be gain
Personally if you ask me
‘is this city good for me’
I would say, “no, you cannot handle it
it is better for you to be free.”
If you believe me, it is the worst mistake of thy life
and if you say, “no. you are wrong
I can stand up to any challenge
and bring down any mountain at will”
and defying me, with thy spirit
go out into the city of dreams
you will be ready for it
For the city takes tests
and test the will of a man
The will which is lost
at the last stand
and then you say, “I endured a lot
but cant get any longer.”
You will say that it was MY fault
I sent you here
No, the blame’s on you
as a man himself creates his path
The choice is always in your hands
It depends where thy heart lands.
And if thee may allow
to bring up another fact of this city
it, amongst millions of others, displays yet another law
that all men are born equal
and equally they die
Their life is cherished by the ways
they perceive their environment
and on their deathbed, ask the question
‘Did I live well?’
This city gives the power to answer such questions
and displays the harmony of nature
That it doesn’t matter where you come from
that all souls are connected as one
And now may I take thy leave
‘cause for me, there’s something left to be done.
-Vishal Gupta
6th September 2008
