It’s on the tips of our tongues
The words our egos will never let us tell
I look at him; no it will never be the same again
You broke everything I’d try to regain
We’ll move on, you faster than I maybe
For you’ve broken more than mine
And through my rose colored glasses
You’re festooned in my head
I can forget you in a second
But that second will take a year
We both know the story
They say it wasn’t meant to be
They say a lot of things
I’m not made for flings
Will you cut through the ocean
Will I cross the skies once more
To break the silence
Will it be you or will it be me
In this force of gravity
This mutual attraction
Maybe we’ll find salvation.
No I don’t remember us falling in love
But I’m sure that it happened
– Gabriel Royal
I wouldn’t like to write NET and work as a lecturer,
staring at the faces of those who don’t understand that I too, am a dreamer.
I wouldn’t like to write GATE, get an M. Tech in IIT,
for the security does not compensate the lack of satisfaction of a job in IT.
I wouldn’t like to write GMAT, get an MBA in America,
join the booming crowd of those who’ve lost their roots in Asia.
I wouldn’t like to do a PhD, for the sake of being called a doctor,
a paycheque that leaves you in want for happiness, just like any other.
You might think I’m one of those kids whose romanticized dreams vary
from day to day, never down to earth but on the contrary,
I hope it’s not too late to start a business
in renewable energy, climate change never out of my focus
I hope it’s not too late to educate people on the impact of their actions
on the environment, how it’s important to clean up their nations
I hope it’s not too late to make music that makes you think
and not bass with autotuned vocals meant to make you unthink
I hope it’s not too late to create a chain of goodness
and not more worldwide chains like McDonald’s
I hope it’s not too late for later.