Fetching

Days gone, memories fade out
But thoughts are fetching out somewhere else

Color changed, people changed
But thoughts are on same face

Getting back to work
Saying good morning to pace
Everyday is a day
And every night is that face

Reading, writing and listening
Taken a life insurance too
Comprise a lot but again fetching out to go

Future went to tense
Believe it’s totally past tense
Said nothing but looking upward
So my angle don’t move to another chapter

Lots of happenings, lots of dramas
Where everybody talks and nobody listen
To whom it may concern

Listening to music type of ghazals
Planning to have a drink but everybody is there
Hiding and smiling so no one can figure out a tears
And again fetching all memories together
For the sake of that ghazal

Tried a lot to forget all
Nothing happen because mind is not false
Read lots of book taken lots of experience
But no one has fetch that experience
No one taken its serious
Because days are gone
When eyes smiles and make others cry

Now year changed and the beauties changed
And all past tense coming again
Present is good but lots of hurdles
So again fetching out toward future

Doing whatever the mind says
And going out somewhere to change that race
Race is nothing buts it’s a words of saying
Where everyone is moving with dreams

No one has taken a glimpse
Everyone is busy with own race
No one have time
No one say me is right
What to do, what not to do
All confusion is coming to fetch out a goal
Given up all things to fetch out the aim
Now its turn of time to fetch out name