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It’s my life…

Travelling on de journey through life,
a thought on every step, shedding light,
on de various aspects of life, teaching me,
de technique to survive. I am learning…

I learn when de self is satisfied,
others needs, hardly a few care for.
There can be no reason for fights,
enmity, a prejudice, sometimes is.

Priorities set themselves, people
become, so friends for de calling,
things seem good, falls never betrayed,
that truth, realization was soon to bring.

Every step was a new world,
a few stepped along with me,
a few more joined in, few left,
I learnt I always walked alone.

Experience, situations taught me,
de hard way as it happens to be,
you hardly got a refill for a pen,
use and throw, they usually were.

This little world, a mirror, it is,
only yourself, every person reflects,
What they are, you realize,
but its too late to apologise.

Where a new world begins, a new hope takes birth.
A few more masked people entering your world,
to unearthing identities, when it goes back again.

What is right, de world never looks at,
their way, when done, things are right.
Where work fails to seek recognition,
confrontation showing what you already knew.

Out of nowhere, like a ray of hope,
a faint light in de distance, you were.
Walking towards thee, making sacrifices,
never bearing witness; a result of darkness.

When de distance finally looked covered,
de guarding light proved to be blazing fire,
de distance too near, de heat inescapable,
bearings insufferable, a victim, I could only be.

Weariness of de journey was taking it toll,
realization of being alone made it only worse,
born in de process, as a result; de writer,
seeking enlightenment, a path with no spare time.

Every step was a new world,
a few stepped along with me,
a few more joined in, few left,
I learnt I always walked alone.

Every step, a story in my life,
how far you understand, in your ability,
it lies, another step otherwise which,
is only fair, thy name, to be reserved in.

– Nocturnal poet

One Response to “It’s my life…”

  1. Mukesh says:

    Just tell me one thing bro! where do yu get all this FREAKING stuffs from? huh!!
    Amazing man.. proud of u!


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