What got into my noggin was the bottle
As I warm a chair in a motel.
I could feel the cold metal right next to my temple.
The pain weighed a quintal. Weighing down my shoulders like a boulder.
It would take me just a second to squeeze the trigger.
Smile seemed like a riddle. Felt like the world cared for me little.
But within me I heard the sound of a fiddle
Which made my thoughts to swivel.
Hope is the symbol of seagull.
Uh-oh I think the previous line needs a reversal.
But I told you, what got into my noggin was the bottle…
I’ve travelled this long. Did it all on my own.
Didn’t have a mentor to guide me along.
Why travel footsteps when I can create my own?
All you wonder and are seemingly keen
Is to know how am I so cool as a teen.
But have you ever pondered where and what have I been?
What inspired me back was the fiddle inside of me
Climbed, captured and conquered the peak.
This is the place that I’ve always been.
Who’s incredible upon the same pedestal as me?
But like every game, competition is a must to meet.
Bring it on peeps coz I ain’t scared to compete.
Because no matter how many fish in the sea
It’ll be so empty without me
Check! There is still left to achieve-
So kindly wipe the slate clean.
There is still within a thirst unquenched-
A fire still unextinguished-
To swim out of the mainstream and jump off the edge.
A competent within waiting to be challenged.
You need to have the zeal, the will and the courage
To compete and succeed and break out of the cocoon which
Recedes you, veils you and conceals your true self.
So stack your arsenal with your ammo and fuel your chariot with your rage.
Do something impossible like find a rhyme for orange.
Oh! I just did. It goes door-hinge and porridge and storage or Stone Henge.
As I warm a chair in a motel.
I could feel the cold metal right next to my temple.
The pain weighed a quintal. Weighing down my shoulders like a boulder.
It would take me just a second to squeeze the trigger.
Smile seemed like a riddle. Felt like the world cared for me little.
But within me I heard the sound of a fiddle
Which made my thoughts to swivel.
Hope is the symbol of seagull.
Uh-oh I think the previous line needs a reversal.
But I told you, what got into my noggin was the bottle…
I’ve travelled this long. Did it all on my own.
Didn’t have a mentor to guide me along.
Why travel footsteps when I can create my own?
All you wonder and are seemingly keen
Is to know how am I so cool as a teen.
But have you ever pondered where and what have I been?
What inspired me back was the fiddle inside of me
Climbed, captured and conquered the peak.
This is the place that I’ve always been.
Who’s incredible upon the same pedestal as me?
But like every game, competition is a must to meet.
Bring it on peeps coz I ain’t scared to compete.
Because no matter how many fish in the sea
It’ll be so empty without me
Check! There is still left to achieve-
So kindly wipe the slate clean.
There is still within a thirst unquenched-
A fire still unextinguished-
To swim out of the mainstream and jump off the edge.
A competent within waiting to be challenged.
You need to have the zeal, the will and the courage
To compete and succeed and break out of the cocoon which
Recedes you, veils you and conceals your true self.
So stack your arsenal with your ammo and fuel your chariot with your rage.
Do something impossible like find a rhyme for orange.
Oh! I just did. It goes door-hinge and porridge and storage or Stone Henge.
---Rakshit Nair
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