What If...
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JITIN
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What If
The Sky was green and leaves were blue,
And all the things that I imagined were true.
I was not just another ordinary guy,
And there was more to a conversation than a simple ‘hi’.
What If
Gurgaon was another home away from the picturesque landscape of doon,
And the city had more to offer than lots of confusion and an aura of gloom.
The people were sane enough, the weather was more tolerable & everything was not in a fix,
And House no. 20 in gurgaon was somewhat similar, if not exactly like doon’s House no. 166.
What If
Life was a 24*7 masti, with not so hectic office and an all-out weekend fun,
And all this was an exception to the famous saying: ‘Its easier said than done’!
Everyone was not in a tearing hurry reminiscent to the hustle & bustle of 20-20 cricket,
And one had more time to stop, gaze and then enjoy life, much like the slow rumble of 5-day cricket.
What If
I knew the ‘reason’ behind my mortal existence on planet Earth & what exactly I was required to do?
My goals were a lot clearer, my dreams were less hazy and I stuck to my plans like the binding glue.
November 18 was not the most important date of the year 2007 for me,
And I had the courage to lock all my CATastrophic books in a room and throw away the damned key.
What If
The sole motive of my every endeavor in life was not only about: ‘I, Me & Myself’,
& I could contribute to my fellow beings, my nation and the whole world, unperturbed by the fate of thyself.
I was not just another brick in the wall,
& stood up, took guard and lead India, whenever there was a call.
What If
The Sky was green and leaves were blue,
And all the things that I imagined were true.
The “poetic me” was not an outright loser,
And my dreams & reality were not far away, but distinctly closer!
The Sky was green and leaves were blue,
And all the things that I imagined were true.
I was not just another ordinary guy,
And there was more to a conversation than a simple ‘hi’.
What If
Gurgaon was another home away from the picturesque landscape of doon,
And the city had more to offer than lots of confusion and an aura of gloom.
The people were sane enough, the weather was more tolerable & everything was not in a fix,
And House no. 20 in gurgaon was somewhat similar, if not exactly like doon’s House no. 166.
What If
Life was a 24*7 masti, with not so hectic office and an all-out weekend fun,
And all this was an exception to the famous saying: ‘Its easier said than done’!
Everyone was not in a tearing hurry reminiscent to the hustle & bustle of 20-20 cricket,
And one had more time to stop, gaze and then enjoy life, much like the slow rumble of 5-day cricket.
What If
I knew the ‘reason’ behind my mortal existence on planet Earth & what exactly I was required to do?
My goals were a lot clearer, my dreams were less hazy and I stuck to my plans like the binding glue.
November 18 was not the most important date of the year 2007 for me,
And I had the courage to lock all my CATastrophic books in a room and throw away the damned key.
What If
The sole motive of my every endeavor in life was not only about: ‘I, Me & Myself’,
& I could contribute to my fellow beings, my nation and the whole world, unperturbed by the fate of thyself.
I was not just another brick in the wall,
& stood up, took guard and lead India, whenever there was a call.
What If
The Sky was green and leaves were blue,
And all the things that I imagined were true.
The “poetic me” was not an outright loser,
And my dreams & reality were not far away, but distinctly closer!
