Times are changing now
We’re starting over again
Things are looking brighter now
The Sun’s shining over our heads
It’s time to show them what we’ve got
And let go of all our fears
But we must never forget the past
That has brought us here
I’ve got this feeling that all hard times are gone
We’re gonna make it this time; well I know; yes I know

We’re at the turning point of our lives
We’re at the turning point of our lives
(This is going to change our lives)
It feels so good

We feel a freedom now
Everything is so brand new
We’re gonna go straight to the top
There’s nothing we can’t do
So come along with us
We’re gonna take you around the world
We’re going all the way this time
We’re feeling proud and sure
The road’s been rough, and the time has gone so slow
We’re gonna make it this time; well I know; yes I know


We’re at the turning point of our lives
We’re at the turning point of our lives
(This is going to change our lives)
It feels so good

If the stars could speak through skies at night,
And every shimmer held a dream in light,
Would we dare to listen, still and long,
To find the place where all our hopes belong?

If the trees could walk the world with grace,
And share the stories rooted in each place,
Would we learn to honor leaf and ground,
And hear in silence how all life is bound?

If the oceans rose to voice their song,
Revealing secrets they’ve held deep and long,
Would we dive into their boundless blue,
And join the dance of life in something true?

If hearts could speak without a single sound,
And feelings lost were suddenly unbound,
Would love then bloom, unshackled, wide and tall,
And bind all souls together, one and all?

If tomorrow came with no more pain
Just golden calm behind the passing rain
Would we step forward, fearless, full of light,
And paint our lives in every color bright?

She walks unlit between the crowd,
A hush beneath the voices loud.
The hours bruise her open hands,
Bartering breath for small demands.

No desk, no page, no teacher's name
Just lessons scraped from soot and flame.
Her dreams, like threadbare hems, unwind
Too delicate for those half-blind.

They do not see the shape she bears
A rootless bloom that learns to care
For scraps of sky, for drifting sound,
For silence in a world unbound.

The mirror offers her no script,
No birthright carved, no title gripped.
Yet in her chest, a slow-burned spark
A vow that glows beneath the dark.

Outside, the banyan dares to stay,
Its limbs a home for those astray.
She sees herself in trunk and leaf
A quiet spine, a growing grief.

What voice is hers, if none reply?
What name survives when none ask why?
Still she persists, unknown, unseen
A bloom that breaks through concrete green.

Lighthouse on a Mountain

There’s a lighthouse on a mountain,
far from any shore
It shines its light, for those who need it more
Blinking and shining, showing them the way
Lighting up their path, to find another day

The mountain is tall, it can be seen for miles
Standing strong and silent, after so many trials
Holding past the test of time, a rock among the years
Showing the way for the weak to face all their fears

The lighthouse stands for all to see
It will guide you to all you dream to be
Follow its light, it shows what’s true
See it shine, it shines for you

Never stop caring about the little things in life.
Never stop dreaming, and don't give into strife.
Never stop wondering are we on our own.
Never stop thinking has your spirituality grown.

Never stop building bridges that lead to better tomorrows.
Never stop trying, and don't give into sorrow.
Never stop feeling amazed at the beauty that surrounds you.
Never stop hearing the music, and don't give into the blues.

Never stop pushing away negative thoughts that make you feel sad.
Never stop looking at all the miracles we have had.
Never stop loving the ones you hold dear.
Never stop giving, and don't give into the fear.

Never stop smiling, but look forward to each new day.
Never stop shining in your own special way.
Never forget that all storms will clear.
Remember brighter tomorrows are always near.

Want to roam around naked
But have to wear branded clothes to impress
To look nice
That is the conflict

Want to see  beautiful women
But have to behave ,look nice

Want to be an carefree animal
But have to be well behaved man
That is the conflict

I am somebody else
But have to be something else
That is the Conflict

Sometimes,we think good
But what happens to us is bad
But don’t lose heart
And get the ball rolling
Because who knows!!
Towards you, its falling

Sometimes , the days are glooming
Another time, you find them moving
But don’t think about these things .
They will automatically fly with wings.

Sometimes, you may be playing on earth’s head.
Another time, you may be lying ill on your bed
But will you stop playing for the fear of laying!
Definitely not!
If not, then keep trying!!

Sometimes you are in exasperation
another  time,you can be in innovation.

This is life and all these things are colour of it
Those who understand this are called wit.
Those who don’t needs to think that
Thinking is not the solution
Infact, its only a coward way of superimposition

Believe if you can
To think is to lose sometimes
And to do is the best many times.

                                                               -Sandeep Kaushal