Two worlds apart, My Moo and I. Barter and trade stories, our lives, Two worlds apart. Peek into our sides, Do right the wrongs. So far away, And yet make things work. My moo and I. Moo works too hard. I too little. Moo has big ambitions, Juggles work with GMATs and French, I while away time. And I don't even know what dreams are. Through glimpses into each other's lives, we learn.. Too much work and no play ain't no fun. Too much play and no work leads nowhere. And so my Moo and I, We sit together, Too worlds apart. And make wrongs right.
I am just like you, I have dreams too. In those dreams I succeed, In those dreams I survive. I hold them close, These dreams of mine. I just want to be me. Just want to exist carefree, Be where people can pursue all that they want. Where they are not held back by cautious hands. How can I let myself fly, When I am being held back. Let me go once a while, Let me dream a little bit. Let me fool myself into thinking I am good enough. This world will crash those dreams, Like waves crashing against a wall of rocks, But let me still ride the waves for a while, Feel the exultation of flight. Have you not had crazy dreams too, About what you could be in a forgiving world. Why then do you go crushing my dreams, And driving me into a cocoon.
At first a non believer, all Love took was a glance and talk at the local cafe, He walked into my life like a tornado and nothing remained the same. Flowers blossomed, birds chirped and the once lonely heart beat back to life. Years down the road, over some kathi rolls and coffee, We plan our happily ever after and laugh with glee. This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend , an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.
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