Khwaabon Ke Jaal

Sitting under the clouds,
I wondered with many doubts.
Of my existence and my goal,
How well am I playing my role?

Procrastination and chilling was a daily deed,
I wanted to be rich and I was full of greed.
Won’t lie if I never thought of smoking some weed,
But it would compromise my principles and make me a different breed.

People assume it’s all because of heartbreak,
But did someone check my mind pressure and headache?\ I’m no Ranjha, nor am I, Romeo.
I’m Mirza, who was cheated by own with some broken bows.

Will I go to heaven or hell was the question in my mind,
My dad gave me a tight hug and told me it depended on my grind.
So once again I picked up myself, with determination to stop never,
After all, I had made a vow to myself long ago, Always, and Forever.