blindfolded, groping through life
seeking -
someone
something
to hold on to
as my boat rocks and fills with water
and I
cling on to dear life
shrouded in darkness and misery
when daylight breaks
as it always does
I can't see
I sometimes feel its warm enlivening rays
casting their rejuvenating light on me
making me hold on to that dear feeling
lest it is lost
in the madness and darkness
that threatens to envelop
every happy moment
transient and temporary
day leads to night
night leads to another day
as I oscillate between
utter despair and hope
happy today
sad tomorrow
here today
gone tomorrow?
where will this end?
will there be light at the end
of this darkness?
or darkness at the end of every light?
5 comments:
hai, how r u?
@ ritu,
weall oscillate from one end 2 another without any pause. That is life. There surely will b light at the end of darkness and of course darkness at the end of light. Without these compliments there cannot b life-I suppose.
Must hit the right balance rather than brood over any debacle.
family problems? Your earlier post had sounded like it.
If you want to keep it to yourself, do it. Sorry to have assumed. you can remain silent on this.
Be positive and be strong. Take care.
easy....just a word said easily....strong....just another word said much more easily....hold on....words said in the easiest way possible....
Jis ke dil par beeti, bas wahi toh jaane....maano toh khuda dekh raha hai, sach toh ye dil bhi na maane....intezaar ke lamhe kathin hai, jo koi bhi ho bahaane....poochta hai musafir chalte chalte, aayenge kya fir voh zamaane?....Maaf karna jo hui ho galti, ya de di takleef koi jaane anjaane....Muskuraata hoon mai kyun, ye toh shayad khuda hi jaane....
Musafir Hoon Yaaro :-)
....Vande Mataram....
That was brilliant. It brought back memories of the last bit from 'Ode to the West Wind' by Percy B. Shelly.
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