Blank Pages🎲

It’s all blue when it’s not red

It’s all messed when the game isn’t fair

I narrate you a story which I see

When The blank pages in my books will tell a different tale

Colorful we see our life as, and that is where we go wrong

We forget what color they’re gonna be and we forget where they came from.

It’s all gonna be colorless at the end, as one by one the layers unfold

Wait for results till the end, or accept the things which you’ve been told.

The part of you is telling you a lie

If it’s telling you, you have no reason to survive 

We all are here for a purpose to serve. 

Then who gave you the right to decide when you can die?

Oh dear, That’s not your part to decide,

Let him Decide who created your life.

Do your duty and serve your part

Remember, faith and karma are never apart

 

Nothing is fair, nor ever it will be,

The truth is bitter but now it’s sold for money

So the sweet jam of lies will always be a part of our life

Because sometimes the Lies can be sold as truth just for someone’s smile.

Strange isn’t it that, Sometimes the most senseless thing senses the most

Because It’s all blue when it’s not red

It’s all messed when the game isn’t fair

I narrate you a story which I see

When The blank pages in my books will tell a different tale.