Hustle Life

 Sometimes lying sober rattling Your previous days,what thus  This rift I made ugh now, I feel exposed ! Its complicated Its okay its not like that we confront, Our stereotypical role to fit in! We fused to look our inner self Gosh ! I never knew I would end  In being this crowd following  Oh yeah that giggly pat I make, To stumble for fall it make me feel   stronger now because,  Whenever I'm stuck in this good Or bad whatever decision we make,  It will assert with some sense Of flow, creativity, overwhelming With Joy of tears while trying! Till end moment, that all life ride  All about, with growing of  Our persona like sprout by every Word we do implement  Sometimes its better to play by being experimental, In shallow self might Somewhere lies your real  Resilent Lotus self, who can Feel free with no grief At end of day! Contentment of pure trying Rafting on our smile cheeks.

 Those floating days which pass Like sand dust, with tingling Sand dunes rail carrying in  Million speed going in flow, Those days were filled with  Different melody of colours, Mostly attribute to dark theme! Vividly passing reflection  Of morbid parts of ourselves!! Each time the timelapse its  Signify the change is inevitable, How much we grasp on think Dearly nothing be like that always, So have flowing like nothingness Immune in your heart, so you  Can survive this lapse of hour  Without rigid heartbreak but  With embracing the intune  Ignite rhythm to make yourself ease Life is all about a collateral We bargain to pass till the end  Of judgement day to sacrifice live in this, present time to flourish  Our on being ! But if you dealt with absurdity, To limit yourselves in circles Of endless dooming days  Crying on past or trivial whistle   to low things, you can't endure  The long journey of life  With ...