Being Me
Words are finite sometimes, for what you want to express
Dark Thoughts are infinite sometimes, when the wrong words are not suppressed
Wheels of life are driven by the actions thoughts and these words u say
A wrong move takes you on a journey unplanned in an unexpected way
You hinder, you curse, you fight, you cry
And life follows the path you may not have desired
You call it destiny, you call it bad luck
But it’s always the outcome of what you have done
And most of the times because what you have not done
Desires and reality are always such an irony
You swim through storms, you fight the odds, you cross the mountains
In a hope to meet, at the other end, your dreams and colourful fountains
But then you look back with triumph and power, feeling like a conqueror
And then realise, your helplessness to achieve, dreams lost long and u a failed warrior
Life still goes on till your stream of blood flows
A spark of hope still exists, amongst the darkness of anger, devastation grief, it glows
You absorb the darkness and ignore the hope
You blame the people, you blame the god,
With jealousy, hatred, rejection, despair filled within you
You take the life on a path, filled with gravels
And then you complain Life is such a rough ride, not worth the travel
But the hope still ignites
It still awaits for you to ride this chariot of life on a better path
You question the hope sometimes
The path of hope with hurdles many and with dreams unfulfilled
How can it still free you from the pain and promise a better life
Hope smiles shyly and says
If I had promises any and dreams which come with guarantees and warrantees
Dreams would be finite, with limitations many
Sky no longer would seem pretty
And stars would seem like a waste of galaxy
Yes my path has bumps and end result is unpredictable
But I am always the reason to make life pleasurable.
The time you absorb this hope and rise again
They say your life has taken a transforming U turn and back on right trail.
Your desires may be new, your fights will be different
And to be honest desires and reality will always be an irony
There will always be time of sadness, pain and defeat
But to rise from it and cling to hope
Your passion, your spirit, your outlook
Will make this reality good when you close your life book!!!
Copyright © Deepti Dmello | Year Posted 2016
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