THE THINGS WHICH ME WANNA FORGET

There are something deep and dark,
I think I had done something wrong,
Always why me regret after done,
Is there anything making ma fun,

The doors are always open and wide,
Then why I am searching for some windows side,
Again and again repeatedly the same,
Now me wanna forget the pastly drain,

I am as a whole looking ma self,
Talking the same as I can,
Mysteries are many solution is one,
Then why I don’ understand the same,

There are few words, to say,
Few are the alphas, ma way,
Unable to express, myself every time,
I think I am adjusting, time to time,

But still I am happy, what I am,
When I see in a mirror, I can hang,
To watch the eyes, is not so easy,
But I think I am, still too busy,

Juss waiting for the time, to turn ma side,
Me don’ wanna be a looser, which make me hide,
Hidden is the self, which I don’ like,
Why the people around me, don’ understand the same,

To making one fool, Is not sounds so cool,
So, why people still doing the trool,
Me don’ wanna be like that, never and ever,
Becoz I have something, inherited from ma father,

I know the stars, still struggling midway,
But, struggling stars, to be a superstar one day,
This is the way I think and do,
But people around me always,.. why do so do.??





I am juss OK, the word from me,
But I know the actually, what is the pain,
There are some questions, you never have the answers,
So, why I have to explain, the same to all,
Is am making me, that much small,

The thing is that I am not lying,
And the thing is that I don’ know, why I am doing,

Never hurts the emotions of anyone,
Becoz, it hurts hurts so hard,
Making no sound, destroying every aspect,
My dear friend still learn to respect,

Its not so hard, nor too tough,
Juss smile once, and it’ll do the rest,

I am still thinking, Is I am Ok..???
Or the things, around me are OK….
Becoz, out of these, one is wrong,
Which is making, an unpleasant sound,
A sound, which I unable to hear up,
Which always resist, ma morale to gear up,

A son of a soldier, never lie,
He can die, but never fly,
The respect which I have, within me,
I don’ wanna loose it, like a flee,

I think I have done nothing wrong,
But these are the things which me wanna forget,
But these are the things which me wanna forget,


- Punjabi (Sunil)