The Road of Life
Down I go,, on a lonely road
Places to explore ..... and a lot more
Reached a point where I had to decide
Which turn would I suffice
With a Lion Heart I roared
In the direction making my life soar.
Little did I know about what's gona be
Little did I realize how it will be
Turn here and turn there
I saw happiness everywhere
Was this a lucky road or fate
Not sure to love it or hate
For if its an illusion
It would be a spear
And if not
It would be something dear
Confused I walked on
And loved the way it shone
Ah! I saw another turn
My stomach just circled an urn
It was again the testing time
Not something funny or mime
I ranked my options.. one and two
Crazy I caught a flu
Finally I made a move
Walked ahead to just shoot
Lying on the floor
Now I thought
Was this a wrong entry
Or my destiny
Like Feathers of Hen
I fell in a Den
Gone were the illusions and glory
That was the end of my story
End ----- Three little word
Is the story of every word
Or a beginning of a quest-----
---- Another road of test!!
2 comments:
I came across your poem by a chance, I am glad I did. Its a beautiful poem, whispers the emotions of any girl who had been brave enough to make a choice in spite of a fear or doubt, and found that eventually it all turns out splendid.
Your words have their own beauty and meaning. I hope you'll enjoy one of Enya's song pasted below, they invoke similar emotions (forgive me if u have already heard them)
"I walk the maze of moments
but everywhere I turn to
begins a new beginning
but never finds a finish
I walk to the horizon
and there I find another
it all seems so surprising
and then I find that I know
You go there you're gone forever
I go there I'll lose my way
if we stay here we're not together
Anywhere is
The moon upon the ocean
is swept around in motion
but without ever knowing
the reason for its flowing
in motion on the ocean
the moon still keeps on moving
the waves still keep on waving
and I still keep on going
I wonder if the stars sign
the life that is to be mine
and would they let their light shine
enough for me to follow
I look up to the heavens
but night has clouded over
no spark of constellation
no Vela no Orion
The shells upon the warm sands
have taken from their own lands
the echo of their story
but all I hear are low sounds
as pillow words are weaving
and willow waves are leaving
but should I be believing
Then I am only dreaming
To leave the thread of all time
and let it make a dark line
in hopes that I can still find
the way back to the moment
I took the turn and turned to
begin a new beginning
still looking for the answer
I cannot find the finish
It's either this or that way
it's one way or the other
it should be one direction
it could be on reflection
the turn I have just taken
the turn that I was making
I might be just beginning
I might be near the end."
Thank you so much for your lovely comment! It makes me feel so good that you have taken time to go over the poem!
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