a poem by me "...till I die"

 "heard this quite often but never ever tried,

  that ‘life is too short, just go and live it high.’

 

  almost fallible that urged to be rectified,

  wish to live life a bit differently, till I die…

 

  imaginations to be freed and ideas to let fly,

  dreams to be ignited and passions to diversify.

  

  egos to get buried and sorrows to be dried,

  wish to quench the life’s thirst wholly, till I die…

 

  that past has gone and the future is unknown,

  on this life’s canvas, my existence is yet to be drawn.

 

  goals to be achieved even before that last try,

  wish to prove my life’s meaning once, till I die…

 

  the unknown fear of mine needs to be cured,

  want to play my music once in order to listen that 'galore roar'

 

  wants to cultivate my literary efforts, 
  before the cloud of thoughts goes dry,  

  
  wish to relive those childhood dreams again, 
  before I finally shut my eyes…"

 - unbound mohit