The Creator's Den

Part of me wins When part of me looses  So, it;s always a draw  I play with me  The games untold,  I recall numbers,  Fair and bold  Leap of faith,  I must make,  Calculated risks  I must take,  When the sun rises,  I wake up with vigour ,  I fix my circumference,  Anxious and eager,  To look for signs,  Subtle and clear,  Spend my pennies,  Cheap or dear,  Behold o demons,  There is nothing much to take  Leave these territories,  For humanity’s sake,  Angels o from heaven,  Don't dwell for long  Let the men suffer,  And make them strong  Coz there is a dawn today,  Beautiful and handsome,  Coz there is lawn there ,  To try a match greensome,  With beauty, would come risks,  With balls, there would be kicks,  But you would further,  With passing time,  And you would advance ,  With sips of lime,  Coz part of m...

  Its been always there, It always will be, We know there's a lock,  But there ain't a key in your minds, in your hearts, Sometimes, you think its a creaky cart But the way it runs, And the way it flies Only chasing will be on your part, You care too much, For the moments bygone, And less you heed For the dancing cyclone Pitter-patter of the rains, You give a deaf response, Chitter -chatter of of the trivial, Has lesser pros, but greater cons, You are on your mercy, To you dismay, on your own accord, Make it a fairy tale, Or store elegies for your generation's record Creators of perception, You silly men, you dwellers of cloud nine, Hell's bells you ring, Or strike a heavenly chime, All in all, You are prisoners of time, All in all, You write your own rhymes -Siddharth

 Thanks to snoop dogg _/\_ Whirl, whirl, whirl,  I come up with a plan  And i noted in a book,  The name of my clan,  Something repeats itself,  Time after time, And something extracts itself,  As a bottle of lime,  The wheel of time,  Has no stops and halts,  And running is the only way,  Like my life is an asphalt, Memories after memories,  Make a series of chapters,  Escape is not a way,  Where sky is full of raptors,  You only have an exit of a forsaken land,  And right there a gift of empty hand,  The seasons of silence,  And months go bland,  Sometimes a glimpse of water,  Makes your soul evaporate,  But there could be just a mirage,  That Could leave you exasperate,  You run for money,  You run for power,  You run for a life,  And you run for a shower,  But satisfaction is always on an inch,  When your life is a flinch,  And happiness is...