JUST PHASES AFTERALL!

When the voice buzzed out sharp through the microphone

And when it clinged on to my heart magnetically

When the brain said, 'what bullshit, just go on'

But the heart encouraged and said, 'this is how it happens, really,

I thought this is a phase, and who knew, what it is to teach...

When I surveyed the corridors and campus for the presence,

When I pulled myself away from gangs, which to them didn't make any sense, 

When every encounter left me thinking, 'with this where am I to reach,

I thought this is a phase, and who knew, what it is to teach...

When years rolled by, with the fire in my belly afresh,

And I expected a new flavor to happen and get me refreshed,

As more and more of myself started wondering, why ain't I'm moving forward an inch,

I still thought that this is a phase, and who the hell knew, what it is to teach...

When years don't help you getting better at expressing the true intensity

of what lies within you with it's full sincerity,

And let it be there, but move ahead adding that cliched salt to life, a pinch

You'd call it again a phase, wondering, what it is to teach...

Smirks, tears, sarcasm, disbelief

Taking up these tools that would help gain momentary relief

Maybe, all one could sadly go by is what some stories preach

and learn, not every frog you touch turns into a prince...