There is this path , the walk of life,
on which people often walk in pairs,
hand in hand, stride matching stride,
wondering if the other person is theirs.
They have their dreams. their needs, their fears,
And seldom do any of these rest,
The plague the people with confusion and tears,
and put their fidelity to test.
When the breakers come, some part ways,
Some others give up the quest,
While some march on , though the bonds maybe frayed,
facing it all with zest.
When in front of you this drama unfurls,
therein the answer you will find,
Not a relationship status to show the world,
Commitment is a state of the mind.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Flights and Confrontations
It’s been a while since I came here,
I’v been hiding away, Maybe even running in fear,
Why I do this, I really do not know,
What is it that I prove? What do I try to show?
We all have our dreams, our hopes and our fears,
The former we chase far, while the others draw near,
Our triumphs, our glories and deeds that are past,
The shadow and darkness that pursues us fast.
I’v stood here quietly for quite a while,
Trying to sort out things in my mind,
Holding on to happiness those stray grains of sand,
Trying hard to hold onto them as they slip out of hand.
We see the shadows come on close,
As they catch up a cold wind blows,
The stage is set, the die is cast,
Concerns about the future and a checkered past.
I wade along often out of depth,
And feel a cross road on every step,
And what do I choose when the choice is wide?
And every option leaves an empty void?
We choose our roads some short some long,
But how do we choose what’s right what’s wrong?
When the two concepts are distorted and faint,
Who is evil and who is the saint?
I’v made some choices for myself,
Some acted upon, others, now dusty upon a shelf,
This play of destiny sure is strange,
Faith sure works in mysterious ways.
We try to fight as the shadows lengthen,
But in the quest of which, them we ourselves strengthen,
To eradicate our weakness and work towards the light,
But how do you win this eternal fight?
We do it in various ways,
The night slowly turn into a new day,
These crutches of mine which I once held I now let go,
and walk down this Morning Boulevard basking in it's glow.
I’v been hiding away, Maybe even running in fear,
Why I do this, I really do not know,
What is it that I prove? What do I try to show?
We all have our dreams, our hopes and our fears,
The former we chase far, while the others draw near,
Our triumphs, our glories and deeds that are past,
The shadow and darkness that pursues us fast.
I’v stood here quietly for quite a while,
Trying to sort out things in my mind,
Holding on to happiness those stray grains of sand,
Trying hard to hold onto them as they slip out of hand.
We see the shadows come on close,
As they catch up a cold wind blows,
The stage is set, the die is cast,
Concerns about the future and a checkered past.
I wade along often out of depth,
And feel a cross road on every step,
And what do I choose when the choice is wide?
And every option leaves an empty void?
We choose our roads some short some long,
But how do we choose what’s right what’s wrong?
When the two concepts are distorted and faint,
Who is evil and who is the saint?
I’v made some choices for myself,
Some acted upon, others, now dusty upon a shelf,
This play of destiny sure is strange,
Faith sure works in mysterious ways.
We try to fight as the shadows lengthen,
But in the quest of which, them we ourselves strengthen,
To eradicate our weakness and work towards the light,
But how do you win this eternal fight?
We do it in various ways,
The night slowly turn into a new day,
These crutches of mine which I once held I now let go,
and walk down this Morning Boulevard basking in it's glow.
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