Circle of life

as the name suggests this piece is about our life - infancy -> adolescence -> mid life -> demise. I have tried to put in a few lines....its my point of view and will definitely vary for others.
so here it is :-

'Circle of Life!!!!'


crackers brusting,full of life
the boy then born is playing with his toy
learning to ride he took a fall
life and love just made their call
still he bore a smile on his face
thinking all was just a devine grace
too pure to realise
too innocent to precieve the evil disguise
circle of life!!!!

adolescence claimed his raw mind
fantasizing about sexes and behind
rosey tunes clamped to his ears
the untamed mind grew out of his years
a cruel game with him was played
like a pawn on the board he was laid
too weak he was to percieve
too ignorant of the darkness to concieve
circle of life!!!!

darkness of life, he could never fathom
wished he later, better it had been the dreaded phantom
after the first bolt that struck
he could never get over the amok
choas was what he wished for after
turmoil was the gift that his existence had to offer
too young to feel the wrath it seemed
too late it was, what he couldn't feel
circle of life!!!!

standing alone, fatigued and dejected
now realising how much he was delluded
no one was there to share the pain
fair is a game that returned no gain
not an exception, he came to realize
its just the events that life, for us organize
too late it was to live any more and mourn
to die now was the only wish he bore...
ending what we know as the circle of life!!!!!!

a wish that everyone has but is granted to none.....

All of us at some point of our lives wish to fly, to be free, to be reckless, to challenge the winds, to touch the clouds, to fly with the birds, etc etc. I can rant on for paragraphs and paragraphs but the bottom line remains the same - we wish we could fly !!!!!!
So this is a piece resonating that very wish which dwells in all our minds, no matter how young or old we are or how physically fit or unfit we are.....we all have this deep seated desire to fly. I just tried to put this in a few lines.....
Its called 'Wings'


White clusters floating by
Seeming like feathers,
So close to me they lie
My zeal never withers.
Fly i want, to heights unknown
Cheating death at every step.....
Off my guard i want to be thrown
Wish i had wings that i could flap.
Envy the birds so much now
Lucky, they have wings
If I only knew to grow a pair how?
No one could stop me from playing with the winds!!!!!