there's always a time in life when you think the journey's been cut short because of that "one" thing that goes wrong..but what we dont realize is that it can be made right by only one smile..and that is ours. people often forget to smile, not knowing that its the only thing that will get us where we wish to go.
...and some more people need to know : when you have two voices telling you what to do, listen to the voice that favours today and not the wicked tomorrow. Tomorrow can be built.Today is already ready..think about it!!!!!!!
Along roads of cause,
By the streets of happiness,
Stood a man, waiting to take a walk.
The early bird, he was not.
Through the laughs and the tears,
He made much of what he had.
Picked a pebble, threw it up,
Saw its fall; he knew his life was that.
All to lose and some more to gain.
The flight was a desire, but none to fling him up.
But he needs to take the walk, and the all important run.
His legs are jittery, but his head is firm through the air.
Met the loner, the lonely and the fool hardy.
Not one was like him, he thought.
Yet they reflected his shadow in their eyes.
He knew its all in the game,
Play it and then there’s a winner with a name.
It wasn’t what he wanted to be,
A player was all he was; and the game was the love.
At every step he fell, some his own and some undone.
The hand he saw, from the sky, made him smile and walk a while.
Magicians don’t live he thought, they just believe they can.
His answers had no questions, yet he smiled at the sunset everyday.
Dancing under the stars for joyous unions were aplenty,
Time had been kind to him, he knew, as he waited to take the leap into life.
Some women came, but she stayed.
He found what he wasn’t searching, yet it was all he longed.
Now he turns back, to sight the winding roads of yesterday,
The thorny paths, the bed of lilies, and the empty sky.
They were his soul, his only fish bowl.
The sunset had arrived again, only now he knew all the colors.
The violet sky, with the blue, around the ball, had all the applause.
Holding her hand he walked to the horizon,
As only one pair of footprints followed him to the end.
7 comments:
I could swear this piece was about mudi but then mudi doesn't think so..! you guys seem to be having parallel lives..
btw, excellent stuff as usual..!
:)
Shruthi:
It's unnerving to some degree how you always find me in his writing and a la with other people's pieces and their respective muses... ;)
I would as always like to contradict simply by saying that I feel it has more to do with certain experiences (adventures/paths) undertaken here by swem wherein he's come upon certain conclusions... and I must say I agree with most; which is purely coincidental..
Swem:
Love the analogies, especially how some of the things that have caught our eye over time have made their way here... brilliance.
P.S. One of your longest works I see .. :D
unnerving!! heh.. what can I say.. I guess your adventures are a common then..!
thank you one n all..actually one n the other one!! ...
Shru, this piece could be for most ppl..its just about a journey..it could be mine or ours,anybody's.
idum, thanks mate!
shit! that's what prasad would have said!!
Lol... :)
Idealistic. In a way.
I like.
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