How long will I live?
How long "should" I live.....I sometimes wonder,
How many "laughters",how much pain.....do I struggle or surrender?
I move with the stream ..the flow drives me on,
I think of moments ..ahead and bygone..
Why am I here ,what is this life for,
Will the tides guide my destiny....will I ever steer myself to the shore?
Sometimes I ponder .....what is bliss,
In this everyday life of mine...what do I really miss,
What makes me happy....what makes me cry,
What do I assimilate..as the days pass by.
What is the goal ...the ultimate aim,
or is it merely the days I have to live.....just the eternal "game".
What do I miss.....something that is dear,
or is it just remembering ...what is not near.
Why am I sad....because probably I think too much,
for I weave this web of thorns around....there "is" no pain as such.
When I look at the night sky....adorned with stars,
I feel humbled and awed...the celestial powers.
What have you willed that I now "will" have to live,
How much of what I took do I now have to give..
Speak the story of my life...tell me what you wrote,
its only the echo of my own voice here...unknowingly i float,
Show me the path that I must tread,
give me the inner strength that I need,
You hold the strings I know....define "my" meaning to me,
Justify my existence here...the one "reason that I should be".
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contd..
the reason that i should be
apparently is beyond me..
thrust of agony, shreik of vengeance.
orgasmic ecsatcy, whimper of repentance,
so diverse realms to experience.
thts when i take my stance
a life worth living, i cant leave
i live for a reason..i do believe ..i do believe..
cheers,
manish
Hi Abhivyakti!
A vivid elucidation of the innate inquisitiveness of an innocent mind .Admirably fluent, I somehow could try to correlate now your choice of communities (on orkut) with your underlying feelings – a desire to know, the purpose of it all. The following lines are applicable to most of us at times-
What do I miss.....something that is dear,
or is it just remembering ...what is not near.
Why am I sad....because probably I think too much,
for I weave this web of thorns around....there "is" no pain as such
A delight to read.
Tc
Kapil
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