Common

It all started back in days of normality,
As it always does,
Something extraordinary or something,
Life changing happens to someone,
And people talk about it all day long.
But how would you treat an endless mind
Of thoughts and dreams created and yet again,
Shattered in frames of welcoming condolences in form of,
Another shot.
I believe each mind is capable and thus,
Each mind is noble,
We don’t have to be vigilantes against ourselves,
Maybe we could in the least try to adapt.
Human mind is a constant source of idea but,
How do we set it apart seemingly,
Sure we are engineers of future,
But are we any good enough with love of fellow humans?
It all started back in those normal days,
When I was walking along, minding my own business,
When a thought came to me,
And I put if off,
Again.
For years I have been struggling with a tag,
‘Common’ has been the word of my life,
And though each day I dream too big,
Each night I sleep alone,
Sharp at half past eight.