The Antithesis called Life
02:46 - Posted by Shilpa K - 0 comments
A gush of emotions felt again
As another day comes to an end
The dawn of a night awaits
And I drift into pensive mood…
I look back upon the day, if only I should
Wondering what made it special,
Wondering was it anywhere close?
In a swarm of indifferent faces and ignorant existence
Living by the clock, hurrying for patience
In a race against myself
I run again, faster and harder
Sailing upwind,
The tide doesn’t cease
Ravaging, it blows, the violent breeze.
The shards, they splash,
The waves, they soar,
Teardrops trickle
And in torrents they pour.
From whom am I to hide?
What am I to seek?
To where am I to escape?
Captured in illusions, a blinded self it is,
A broken heart never at ease.
The nadir of self-esteem reached
The acme of dissatisfaction conquered…
And now the soul comes to life
Forgoes every whit of truth in the lies
Lays bare the spirit of being me,
Of living each day as it comes
And finding Heaven right within;
Soaking up the joy that each day brings
Aim not to achieve something big,
Life, I’ve realized, is made of small things!


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