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Aakash Parekh

Updated: Sat, 3 Oct 2015 04:12 am

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I just write when I get time, a few words, a few rhymes.


On the surface, I look calm and steady, But inside it feels that I'm not at all ready, These expectations of being someone that they have from me, Are not my aspirations, its not who I ought to be. Do what you love, it's what they once said, But then you job coz you need to get paid, I killed the child inside me a long time ago, Creativity at it's finest is what I craved for. Then came a time, I had to make a choice, All I could hear was their blather, somewhere I lost my voice. I still find the time to pen a verse or two, But sometimes I wish I could sing them for you. Now I wonder why did I even listen, I forgot their sins but my mistakes are unforgiven, No need to convince them, it's you whom you have to answer, Your regrets will sicken you, they will kill you like cancer. Their condescending views are no match for your wish, The hardest thing to do is to quit what you don't cherish, You may think it's insane and your time has become due, But it's never to late to begin something anew.

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