Saturday, July 26, 2014

When you're trying to be strong

This calmness gets on my nerves
Suddenly it is so quiet
Like something about to swerve
This feeling can't be right

The sun hides behind the clouds
The sky gives out a shout
Then cries from the heavens
Here they come, all the doubts

It was good while it lasted
Is it too good to be true?
You can have only what you think deserves to be with you

Suddenly everything's wrong
All my steps are a stumble
The smiles and grins disappear
Replaced with such grim mumbles

A cloud of anger around
A shadow of doubt you see
The tears I thought were lost
It all comes back to me

Being sure of what to do
Does this feeling even exist?
What is that thing that I keep doing and makes me a misfit?

I wish I could just see
A little farther down my path
If I could avoid obstruction
I could've avoided this aftermath

Giving up is not an option
But this fight can't seem to win
Drives me up the wall
Sometimes crawls under my skin

I'm still looking for the answer
Frantic is my search
Beating my hands and legs
Got to float before I submerge

The ride is just like the 'show'
Come what may, it goes on
Clinging to threads of hope
And trying to be strong

Sunday, July 6, 2014

7.7

There was this time
When I thought I could fly
There was this night
The seventh of July

The fire still burns
For the dreams of heart
Helps me drive
Gives me a start

So much to see and
so much to do
A lifetime too short
A lifetime with you

The other nods
Agrees this play
Shall last a while
shorter than we'd like

Indecisive confusion
Squanders my time
The most precious thing
At times called 'divine'

A song of dreams
Still on my lips
The feet will walk
On the morrow will eclipse
The patient wait shall see the light
Out of the shell, this one shall arise

Higher still, the soul shall fly
This promise made on seventh of july.

Thursday, July 3, 2014

Distractions?

Have you any idea
What is going wrong
Swirling among the things
I cannot stand strong

How do I choose between
So many things I like
Some I called my passion
It was a different life

Even something as monotonous as the daily run
Shows the splendid rains and so many suns

Every step inspired
Towards a thousand things
Spoilt for choices they say
No way for all to win

What is life without much to do
A thousand things today
A Thousand more so few