Who was telling the story? And whose story was it anyway?
The words fluttered & flew in the wind, blowing faraway
They settled like petals of flowers on grass
To express like water crossing to pass
Where history repeats but changes look new
Many things are said but words are few
Some speak about the time, travel & fate
Beyond the horizon, and within this gate
Where strangers meet & leave a mark
And dears ones break & steal the spark
Since unknown ages before existence of human
From breaking the cage, till winning the freedom
Where love, hate, revenge & power
Define the roles of unknown desires
Some begin with life, some at death
Some tell the truth, some play with faith
Tales of distances, where sacrifices are made
Where morals & values are bribed for trade
Where emotions burn, with failures or gain
Emerging like waves of agony & pain
Fables of learnings, experience & actions
Plethora of situations, problems & reactions
Drama of justice, fallacies & prejudice
Mocking instances, rolling like a dice
Making us cry, making us smile
Hidden in pages, spreading every mile
What is new? What is old?
What was missed? What will unfold?
How rules were made? How were they broken?
To reveal the facts, and find what was stolen?
From small steps to edge of glories,
Struggle & survival, with art & theories
Every story is unique, but characters look different
With time & needs, influenced or coherent
My Story, Your Story, Our Story is same
Scripted with words, With all new names, to make some fame.
