T o be 22…young,naïve and dream
To be 22…working out different means
To be 22…a causative scene on play
To be 22…illustrate world in monochrome display
To be 22…live, wild and burn
To be 22….destiny takes an eventful turn
Rose tinted glasses comes off the face
Every ruble of every dream becomes memento for fate
I’m ready to salvage but life doesn’t work that way
Salvation comes in a form so true
When I saw your shadow…Oh! To be 22.
The realm we live in or the monarch of the past
All hold an allegory in their cradle with a veil dressed over truth
A raven flying high to the window of a fair maiden
On the window pane glass of broken shards
An upheaval running through veins into heart
A sniffle follows with a promise to be strong
A shallow grave or shallow mind is the same
From the place she belongs, she is the daughter of eve
A brave heart, a valiant martyr is known to be ‘the Great Adam’
One with heart of stone, living with pride and wisdom of gold
Loyalty to the history he forms moving ahead, don’t look back
Daughter of Eve, bare foot tries to find a way in
In the heart of Adam, so he can see
Sunrise in the morn, the way she sees
Luminous moon in the night, the way she feels
She cowers to be damsel in distress; she seeks courage of lion heart
In reflection of mirror she seeks the gold of his eye
The rebuff to her attempt leaves her cold in light
Daughter of eve wants to wriggle out of the sheath of her skin
Like Father like Daughter, she paves her road with pride
Stung by rebuffs stumbles on the rocky path
She moves on, she moves on
Alike a Lionheart, she faces the fear, stigma of being fairer sex
Her bow shaped lips turn into fine line
Her eyes are clouded with determination filled in mind
The blackbird on her shoulder she marches forward
She dress as a warrior with sword in hand
She looks him in the eye and takes a stand
Resilient is she, ardor to stay
She’ll pay him back on the battlefield alone she fence
Against the Lucius, the fiend and his own intolerance
She cries like a warrior, she is a poet and an intellect
Blackbird her friend for life, wisdom of his whispered in her ears
Yet through the years her purpose of life stays the same
In the eye of Adam it never changed
Whatever she is, whatever she could be
The story remains the same throughout the history
In the end Adam always misunderstand she
She the caged soul, Daughter of Eve
On the road, I’m on verge of crying out loud
On the road, I’m baffled by the dogmatism of my expression
‘Tis on this road I follow the righteous legitimacy
With the blooms of every hue surround the ashen tree
In honks of car I heard mewling sounds of a child
Butterfly sat on rearview mirror, old man shooed it out of sight
Gliding are the birds, flowing are the river
I race off blinded by my own emotion; my feet don’t come across the brake
Alike floating through celestial sky, crawling out of my skin a spirit is alight
Air mixed with toxic gases, I breathe in and breathe out the same
Nuisance of darnest kind, I close the window,and I turn the radio on
Playing on the radio is melody of Louis Armstrong
Out is bizarre season of spoilt earth
Far away I want to be, far away where my wagon can take
Far away to distant world; where I hear harps, laugh and float in cloud
The utter damnation of my thought, the utter need to be on top
Down I seek a valley, up azure tainted white
I meet my eye to another eye
Humility of beggar makes me selfish paragon to a different life
Screeched my motor came to a stop, harrumphs and shouts surround me
I gave up my reverie and my eyelid shut, wary tear flowing down
All I see tainted red on the silhouette of my dark misery
anshulmangal 